Horrorcore Knowledge

Yo, C1N1K1LL
Yo

Killers and the kennels, chisel up your temple
Balancing your forehead on a hypodermic pencil
I'm madder than cadavers when my [?] touches hammers
I’m David Cronenberg when he first films Scanners
[?] like a head when the night is living dead
I'm planting Demon Seeds in the haunted garden bed
It's time to harvest darkness and erotic carcass
My razor stays the sharpest when I lay you down at carpets
I conquest the [?] while feeling likе I’m pompous
What could be accomplished with my horrorcore knowlеdge?
Dead men reside in the velum of the mind
You could hear it in my rhymes when I mangle you with chimes
Your innocent blood gets corrupted with my glove
I'm dragging knocked out bodies to the back of oaky clubs
Hear the screaming owls from decrepit sounding mouths
Use a dirty towel cuz you're dripping out your bowels
Me and Tromabeats control the valley of the streets
Feel your body leak when we wanna trick or treat
You're asking for the casket when you're gasping for the plastic
Cuz Jurassic bastards nibble on you like arachnids

Tromabeats and C1N1K1LL
Out to kill, what'd it do?