The Creep Show

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Chop 'em like a slasher flick I just wanna rap and shit I just wanna stab a bitch I just wanna laugh a bit I am just a creep, I'm a weirdo who will murder you I can go to sleep at night no worries that I've heard of you I am just a creep, I'm a weirdo who will murder you I got a thing for blood and gore Got my plate but I want some more Picked up tools at the hunter store Look for a gullible young dumb whore Burned alive in the blaze just like the zombie king Closed my eyes before I sleep, I like to hear the zombies sing Nowhere to run to, I wanna taste you I really want you, I don't wanna waste you Told you I'm a creep, bitch Put her in the trunk, yeah, take a little car ride It's time to go to sleep, bitch Take her to the dump, yeah, welcome to the dark side [Verse 2: Kung Fu Vampire] Well what if I told you right now that I have my dick in my hand? Looking through your window, I'm a peeping Tom And I'm gonna eat your ramen And I'm all ready to step on your feet and it's uncommon To defeat the shaman and I'm lovin' you in your pajamas Spit on your tits like a llama I feel like I know you now, we should take a trip to the Bahamas, momma I got a house in the hills and a pocket full of pills And I'm rockin' your body until you're ill Got this sad hoe in my Winchester mystery house And I'll lift up your blouse And it's probably not a good deal or a bargain I'm an arsonist puttin' flame to the meat, I'm not here for defeat I'm a pedigree of people pretendin' to be literally physically makin' your heart beat [Verse 3: Mastamind] A Mastamind, a Hellraiser forever hell raising The wicked shit'll never die, rest in peace Wes Craven They all lookin' at me scared like I'm standing right next to Satan Thinkin' I'm 'bout to flip out, that's a good guestimation Fuck everybody, that's my status for the day I'm starvin' and you startin' to look like a perfect break Welcome to The Creep Show where your life is the price to pay Please know I don't care if you ever again see the light of day Fuck 'em! [Verse 4: SCUM] Let's fuck in the middle of the night When it's colder than sex with the dead Then the more I'm gonna slap, throw 'em up on my stack You done see me smearing blood that you shed On my face, on my neck, on my chest, on my back Crimson red like a beast born in hell Hear the sirens approach Go and hide like a roach Cuz I don't give a fuck that you tell That I am not dead, not right I don't play with a debt that is full Due to drug abuse, I'm a screw so loose Like an alcoholic stool (Ooh!) That might have the runs Better get your guns Better aim and don't you miss Only got one shot, then I'm on your bitch You can bet your life on this [Verse 5: Sutter Kain] Yo, baby guts and sluts Bunch of fuckin' mutts (yeah) .45 semi, I don't give a fuck Head shots, now your fuckin' brain's gone (yeah) Shoot that bitch in the throat to my same song (Why?) I'm a fuckin' nigga, who the fuck is you? (Yeah!) I don't give a fuck, nigga, fuck you (Yeah!) Pull a gun quick hopin' bitch Redrum, redrum, it's a murder, bitch [Verse 6: Twisted Insane] I murder many but I'm wanted by the masses And I got witches that do wicked like I'm evil They tell me I'm a little murder kinda like a horror movie But I promise you there'll never be no sequel And I was posted with the zombies in the Batcave Lookin' out for walkers like I was The Walking Dead But this ain't no prison, better give me fifty feet before I pull a millimeter put a bullet in his head Put him up in the bathroom in a bathtub with blood Psyched doing a Michael with two painted gloves They don't wanna run up on that Brainsick shit I will take one to the face and then show you no love Things could've been nice but you chose this way Now I got foolies to hit Walk up in that room put the AK-47 in your boom Cock it back and I'ma blow the bitch to bits, shit [Verse 7: Damien Quinn] I'm creep walkin' like incision' Like it's Halloween and had the feel Peel your skin and reveal the bone Drowning in bleach decorate my home My focus made it dead trick-or treaters I'm a brain-eating teenager from Mars Got candy bars filled with cyanide Trick-or-treaters and death tonight The light from the jack-o-lantern lets me know what I am cutting The bile you're releasing is the color of a pumpkin Scooping your guts from the inner-core but I don't remove the seeds I devour whatever's in my hands and leave the rest for the devil to eat [Verse 8: KidCrusher] So sick in my mind from nine to five So sick I don't know if I'm alive I'm been creeping in my sleep and I'ma come in in your motherfucker window and I'm gonna stick my dick in a Fuck a bitch in her sleep Cut the body up and every body part I'mma keep I'm a cannibal, animal Feces then I get 'em all Six feet deep underground where I let 'em all rot I'm a poltergeist, a paranormal entity and you ain't getting rid of me I'm your nightmare, Freddy, Boogieman bitch Get your body like I'm rigor mortis and I'm waiting for the twist No more, I wake up in the cemetery I try to move, but I'm dead This shit's my mortuary [Verse 9: Lil Polk] Motherfuckers better run, I'mma chop chop swing Ima cock, red beam Bring it to you bitch niggas If you really want a problem you know where the fuck to find me Project Born don't give a flip time representor Homicidal in the booth, got the killers on the roof Ain't no pussies over here, we 180 proof Underground murder game out of Gary Payton state Got them dawgs for the winners and we feel a little loose Twenty years in the game and the niggas still the same Came in with the four leave out with the four If you really wanna know how a nigga change his flow I can fucking speed it up or I can break it down slow Project Born from the top to the bottom Say you need a hit wellthem project boys got 'em Empty out the clip and you will later see them raw It's the boy Polk B, Nitty tell 'em what it be [Verse 10: Frank Nitty of Project Born] Me I triple them holes Nut the fuck up and I rip up the show Shut the fuck up if you ain't getting dope Project Born niggas is hot like the stove Cause we legendary, legendary, Frank Nitty's legendary Bitches don't get no love, not even in February Shoot first don't ask questions You'll hurt till your last pressures Jay Cut like they quarterback this Now they run like I'm Odell Beckham Goin' nuts better check 'em at the front door like flight luggage What the fuck you trynna front for just put more O's in my budget [Bridge: Bukshot] I am just a creep, I'm a weirdo who will murder you [Verse 11: Skitzo] I'm constantly on steroids King Kong on Adderall Sons of Anarchy prospect I'm walking around with one ball Bang cock and slang rocks All of a sudden that pain stops Murder on Halloween in the same mask that Bane got American Horror Story, my whole life on FX Then Bukshot gave you a buck fifty With that rusty knife, a crushed neck I'm Skitzo, same shit but a different toy Adrenaline got my blood boiling Heavenly Father please bless this day anointing is murder [Verse 12: The Fool (Bulletproof & The Fool)] Deep in the minds of the darkness see no shadows see no light (no light) But I know that somebody's here cause I hear something to my right (right) The smell of rotten flesh is like a fragrance or cologne The temperature just dropped real low, I'm not alone (who's there?) [Verse 13: Bulletproof (Bulletproof & The Fool)] Put the hash in hashtag BPTF we be on one Recite that Necronomicon while puffing marijuana (marijuana) Trippy cause we also came to open up yo chakras (chakra) Two villains, they's from Gotham These hoes, they's gon' have some problems [Verse 14: The Fool (Bulletproof & The Fool)] Proud to be a greedy glutton Three of the seven dead My lazy ass is full of lust Off with his head Feel the wrath of the soul within I only want to kill those I infest [Verse 15: Bulletproof (Bulletproof & The Fool)] Don't creep with me Don't be scared we alien Circle around this Ouija board Resurrect the late Wes Craven in Bring the nightmare to your streets Happy Samhain Halloween Found you wrapped up in your sheets Lay a candle where yo head should be (what?) [Outro: Bukshot] I am just a creep, I'm a weirdo who will murder you