Horrorcore Halloween

[Verse 1: Inferno]
[?] city of the living dead

[Verse 2: C1N1K1LL]
Yo, I [?] whores, I'm about to hunt you
A tattoo like [?]
[?] in the village
Aneurysm brains [?]
Dario Argento will [?]
Andrea Bianchi is [?]
[?] off your pimples, I crack them [?] pickles
I'm walking [?] dwelling you through the [?]
You burn your house [?] like conquering the [?]
[?] the slaughter with an axe [?]
Confessions in my [?] making your blood gurgle
I slice your bones in Glasgow like fucking DJ Derbo
[?] and consume the [?] like origins
Broken bodies in the garbage from the garbage bins
Call me [?] which is only one death wish
That makes a future of [?] under your wrists
The hands of the [?] for later
I'm throwing upon thе table then treat you likе [?]
[?] so feel the guillotine
It's two thousand fucking nine, Horrorcore Halloween
Horrorcore Halloween...
Horrorcore Halloween
Trick or fucking treat, your ass is getting beat
If you're tryna run away, we're chopping off all your feet

[Outro]
C1N1K1LL, Inferno
Richard Gein on the fucking beat