Terrorfying And Terrible

Lyrics

[Intro: J. Robert Elliot Halloween Horrors Sample] Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible [Verse 1: Hektic] [Foggin'?] my brain with a swingin' axe as a matter of facts My spirit's rose straight out of a pumpkin patch It's time to creep as I terrify beyond belief The knife is drawn as I pull it from the bloody sheet Stabbin' hoes, in my body, man, I feel the rush The nerves is twitchin' as I watch the blood gush Pools of blood stain the streets in my livin' Hell My brain will swell from the pressure, man, can't you tell [I swing an Uzi so loose?] as I gasp for breath They found my body with about fifty holes in my chest Look at the maggots crawl through my bloody flesh Casket open as you view what's left Of my body, the sight is unbearable Close your eyes, terrifyingly terrible [Chorus: J. Robert Elliot Halloween Horrors Sample] Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying Terrifying and terrible [Verse 2: The R.O.C.] Your chances you gon' lose are already lost The R.O.C.'s at high risk to your- Bless my mind and hope the fucker don't explode And unload my whole horrific soul An aftermath as I smash the world in I been here before, stuck in a [note when?] Where's my friends? Where's my foes? Where's my bro? In lockdown, I'm still in effect mode I rock the underground sound with my nuts in hand Blood drippin' 'cause I got to squeeze 'em tight [and fight?] Don't know wrong and right, got to keep 'em in sight Swing my axe, cut off your head in the late night Call the house, but the [?] unbearable The terrifying and the terrible, check it [Chorus: J. Robert Elliot Halloween Horrors Sample] Terrifying Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying [Verse 3: Mr. Bones] Get off me, motherfucker, because I'll blow your brain up I'd rip out my eyes to make your ass throw up I'm goin' insane, your mentals are not ready I'm rockin' 'em steady with my wicked medley Of tricks and treats in a casket six feet deep I'm on the creep 'cause a dead man just don't sleep I'm terrifying, maybe terrible Because I burn the bodies in a five-pointed pentacle A pentagram, a Son of Sam, a mad man God damn, tell me who the fuck I am I'm just a mental case bearin' a skeleton face Floatin' through space, tryin' to leave this place House of Krazees, straitjackets and mind games On the skits, terrifying and terrible [Outro: J. Robert Elliot Halloween Horrors Sample] Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible Terrifying Terrifying and terrible Terrifying Terrifying and terrible Terrifying and terrible