Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed With all your best friends from back in the day Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks I'm on the front line of battle Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples crack in Lauren's snapple Staddle Liz like mclovin But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle Its abominable, so unbelievable But its inevitable, the end is kissable I have rattled these kids psyches squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets as the creepy bells of the chapel ring I remain a mystery You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe And As you look the other way, I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy rex with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch Hang him from bunny man bridge Yo dude turn the lights on But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script Its bewitched with no miss to kiss Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit So the town clock strikes half past 3 There's one last gas before i must sleep Or i will crash fast if the light touches me Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe Run up on you with nine a knife, and the head of your wife Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears And as you look up in the mirror I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor But I hear a knock on the door Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy, just got a cold sore"