[ Featuring Dirtee Deegs ]
Michael Myers, with a knife and a mask
Crawling out the attic, like a blast from the past
I'm taking out the trash, momma watchin M.A.S.H.
Houses on the left, like the last.
Vampire weekend like the boys of the lost
Can't catch a horrorboy, your life it will cost
Heading out
To the cabin in the woods
Villains, chilling, we up to no good
Young Freddy
In your dreams
Always 13th, Jason Voorhees
Blood shed, so low-key
Young Custard, always rolling
I might be comatose, or at least I suppose
I just doubled the dose
Pinky rings on my toes, ten down with my nose
Cocaine jam on my toast, in a league of my own
Yuh
Extraordinary, super scary, might turn into Carrie
And stab pulmonary with serrated machete
See
See blood shed like confetti
Fuel unleaded, heads roll when I let em
Gone bowling with devils, three strikes with the shovel
You turkeys get several, you in a new level
Six feet under the desert
