Macabre Murderers (The Sequel) (feat. Echo, Gun1 & XP the Marxman)

We must be on our way now, you and I, our bones will soon be ashes and we shall never be separated again

Is it Friday the 13th

If it is, is it the worst thing Nah

Ima kill these **** for slurring, machine gun raps, lyrical shell bursting

I'm thirsting for blood like a cannibal I'll eat Hannibal, unlock my mandible

The tattoo on my arm, it's scannable It says that this whole world is flammable

And I'm a fire starter, I bury more MCs, they don't fit in any graveyards

I stack bodies on bodies like Franklin Saint

I turn **** into zombies with a little eighth

First I make your whole body lose a lot of weight

Then I make you start limping and Harlem shake

I'll break your spirit, kill your fucking soul

It's Michael Myers, ****, I'll put you in a hole, bitch

Do I know you

Be my victim

Be my victim

No lo quiero hacer. No lo quiero hacer. No quiero hacer. Lo vas hacer

Son dos de la manana have a sick urge

Cruising the boulevard

Another victim search

Up and down, Hollywood hard, target spotted off guard

This dark feeling inside is getting worse and worse

The voices in my head becoming more perverse

I have a body ice cold, hanging on, blindfolded, drilling through the skull, collect the powder, sniff it up my nose

That's when I hear the devil's call

Kill em all, remove their hearts, leave messages with blood on the wall

I studied the greats, I know how to use the Bundy charm with no alarm, inspired by the ones that came before

I summon the spirits using the Ouija board

You can smell the copper from all the blood on the floor

Signs of a gruesome scene, the deputy can't stomach what he sees, in disbelief how someone can kill so viciously

You have a serial killer on your city streets

Please Stop.... Now Stop... Stop

Do you believe in me

Keep away from me

Your death will be a tale to frighten children

Come with me, and be immortal

Carving knives out of femur bones

Conjuring up spirits out of the speaker tone, screech and moan

See I can never leave the streets alone

I'm in your dreams, I'm a squeeze, feel the pressure all inside your throat

Heart pumping as the night approach,

Ice pick, give your eye a poke, bedsheets, blood soak

From the bottomless dungeon, where lava running, we're breaking the surface and snatching more than your purses

Amongst the living dead, underneath my tire tread

Severed a head, bloodshed, cause Simon said

Permanent end, serial killer getting cred

Now I'm on a bigger things, sending mail with a lead

Ima tell them how I did it, get hit with cold feelings

Multiple personality coming, I can't conceal it

Fuck em up

I kill more when I feel pressure

Got pictures of my victims up in the top dresser

But this was just the beginning of his ordeal

Nearby, there was an apiary

Dozens of hives, filled with hungry bees

They smashed the hives and stole the honeycomb

And smeared it over his prone, naked body

You don't believe all that nonsense anyway, do you

I don't, do you

Alright

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