OH THE HOROR!

Lyrics

[Sample: Unknown Speaker] If I kill myself I'll stop thinking, and I thought, "Well, that isn't too good of an idea either, because you've got friends and people around you that love you." So I stopped that thought. And I said, "Well, who am I gonna call?" and I called up Ghostbusters— I mean, no, that came out wrong [Verse 1: King Gordy] Me and Paranoah, we are taking orders Make a quarter pounder out your little baby daughter The sickest two men in the industry You talk about horrorcore, you better mention me I'm the Alpha and the Omega That's here to take you to a lakе and duct tape ya Call me "Mr. Why You Rape Hеr?" Well, I cast spells to put demons in Hell Just to bring them right back just to make drug sales for me I'm the devil himself, I'm pure evil Yes, I'll resurrect your soul—I cure people I'm from the multi-city where we'll kill your mother quickly Fuck her in the ass first and ride off on her ten-speed I told you that I was a psycho from the get-go All I smoke is Gelato from San Francisco I know the underground wants more of Gut-slashing and fashion like Oh, the Horror! [Chorus: King Gordy] He cut his fuckin' face off—Oh, the horror! She's 'bout to get raped, dawg—Oh, the horror! He's waiting on you in the woods—Oh, the horror! Knife in a black hood—Oh, the horror! He's all inside your home—Oh, the horror! He put a bullet in your dome—Oh, the horror! These guys can really run fast—Oh, the horror! Two killers in a Jason mask—Oh, the horror! [Verse 2: Paranoah] (Yah) Most days I'm thinking about overthinking Thinking it over—overflowing sink full of decomposing chunks Flow disgusting—sofa cushions, hooker blood, and cum stains Room cluttered, boarded out, at-home slaughterhouse Sorting out IDs, scalped wigs, high heels, Visine A bitch without tits—they're now stitched to my chest Intertwining identities, heightening the crisis Indecisive knife slicing—split decision I'm a sideshow freak, could leave you with ribs missing Indifferent to your format— Full-force mallet, smash shins in half The bones poke out the back of calf muscles I have such a leg up Competition limping in front of freight trucks I'm building way up Smokin' a dust-laced blunt While using a human flesh parachute to BASE jump (Ayo) Every day I wake up, scream "Fuck the planet" Punch a mirror and reflect on my backwards life Fucking dead wrong— Paranoah, Gordy—fuckin' dead wrong [Chorus: King Gordy] He cut his fuckin' face off—Oh, the horror! She's 'bout to get raped, dawg—Oh, the horror! He's waiting on you in the woods—Oh, the horror! Knife in a black hood—Oh, the horror! He's all inside your home—Oh, the horror! He put a bullet in your dome—Oh, the horror! These guys can really run fast—Oh, the horror! Two killers in a Jason mask—Oh, the horror! He cut his fuckin' face off—Oh, the horror! She's 'bout to get raped, dawg—Oh, the horror! He's waiting on you in the woods—Oh, the horror! Knife in a black hood—Oh, the horror! He's all inside your home—Oh, the horror! He put a bullet in your dome—Oh, the horror! These guys can really run fast—Oh, the horror! Two killers in a Jason mask—Oh, the horror! [Outro: Unknown Speaker] Well who I am, I'm [?] as an Antichrist— Regardless of, uh, any nature of humankind, come in contact with the [?], you know what I mean? As a presence of a brain, you know, who would go and smack as a whole nation, as one—as every, you know, other individual, seven nations—and say: "Hey, who's bangin' on you? You like my flesh?" You know, look at you—you hear me? How you like my brain, hmm? That fine? And get back to talking—you say: "Well, oh [?], the fact that [?] the kids—they know a lot about it They just gotta act like we're just humans and say that's fine Mental illness rules—rock on," you know?