Horrorcore Knowledge

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Yo, C1N1K1LL Yo Killers and the kennels, chisel up your temple Balancing your forehead on a hypodermic pencil I'm madder than cadavers when my [?] touches hammers I'm David Cronenberg when he first films Scanners [?] like a head when the night is living dead I'm planting Demon Seeds in the haunted garden bed It's time to harvest darkness and erotic carcass My razor stays the sharpest when I lay you down at carpets I conquest the [?] while feeling likе I'm pompous What could be accomplished with my horrorcore knowlеdge? Dead men reside in the velum of the mind You could hear it in my rhymes when I mangle you with chimes Your innocent blood gets corrupted with my glove I'm dragging knocked out bodies to the back of oaky clubs Hear the screaming owls from decrepit sounding mouths Use a dirty towel cuz you're dripping out your bowels Me and Tromabeats control the valley of the streets Feel your body leak when we wanna trick or treat You're asking for the casket when you're gasping for the plastic Cuz Jurassic bastards nibble on you like arachnids Tromabeats and C1N1K1LL Out to kill, what'd it do?