Horrorpoor

[Intro]
Stir Crazy

[Verse 1: Illtemper]
Standing out abandoned house with a Myers mask
Couple inside sexed and oblivious that their tires slashed
When the market's excessive, they penniless, it's time to stab
Today is their death kids, unless someone buys cash
Horrorcore ignore iTunes and cruise the bootleg sites
Artist pure curse lurking, nothing the dude says nice
Then you got websites, CDs with new fresh price
Disregard with czars but like you fed right?
Fuck no, bucko, a lot of my fans don't get shit off of me
Yet somehow own my entire discography honestly
Love the recognition but it's obviously rockin' my pockets obnoxiously
Already been a vet with fuckin' poverty
Three child supports, rent, car insurance, gas, food
Malnourished, bloated gut, fuck, I'm the poorest fat dude
Bank account negative, debt and shit, rewarded bad news
Gore is morbid, still adore this horrorcore or it grabs you

[Chorus: Illtemper]
What's this, the '90s? Is that a burnt CD?
My fanbase huge but feels like no one heard of me (Ain't nobody heard of me)
But my baby momma's 'bout to start a war (Fuck her)
Welcome friends (to what?), this is Horrorpoor (Oh)
This is Horrorpoor (oh), this is Horrorpoor (Oh)
This is Horrorpoor (oh), welcome to Horrorpoor

[Verse 2: King Gordy]
Now rappin' 'bout killin' won't make you a million
And kidnappin' children only makes you the villain
My name is Mr. Gordy, let me tell you a story
About bein' the greatest MC with no glory (Yes!)
See shit can get gory but y'all don't like that
This shit is all on the news, I just write facts
You say that I'm scarin' you but I'm just preparin' you (Uh huh)
To show you that a severed leg and head ain't so terrible (Uh uh)
You won't buy our music (nah), you say it's too evil (Yes!)
Then listen to true music, all they do is kill people (Hahaha)
You see, it's all horrorcore (uh huh) but you choose to ignore
Everything you hear and see, well, let's walk through this door (Let's walk!)
You're walking down the horror corridor with nothing but horror flicks to explore
Your breathing seems real faint from seein' things
Don't call me King Gordy, bitch, call me Stephen King

[Chorus: Illtemper]
What's this, the '90s? Is that a burnt CD? (Burnt CD)
My fanbase huge but feels like no one heard of me (Ain't nobody heard of me)
But my baby momma's 'bout to start a war (Fuck her)
Welcome friends (to what?), this is Horrorpoor (Oh)
This is Horrorpoor (oh), this is Horrorpoor (Oh)
This is Horrorpoor (oh), welcome to Horrorpoor

[Verse 3: Donnie Menace]
Money and horrorcore is more than being a crack dealer
What you know about tryin' to get a pan pizza on a maxed Visa? (Huh>)
The underground is not the place for any cash seekers
Everybody's bottom-feedin' and I don't mean ass eaters
Slangin' raps is barely helpin' me keep from fastin' (Ugh!)
But I keep gettin' busy, keep my head up and keep smashin'
Bills pilin' up past me, ready to wreak havoc (Ha!)
So fuck your exposure, it ain't helpin' my weed habit
I'm ready to squeeze ratchets at every weak rapper
I'm usin' felony tactics whenever I need assets (Ha!)
Nobody understands the reason why we don't expand
'Cause everyone's a fuckin' rapper in the crowd and not a fan (Facts!)
They wonderin' why I'm protective of what little I've built (Why!)
It's keeping me above the bullshit like I built it with stilts
They can't kill off my will (nope), I've rebuilt off every fail
Fake shit comes and goes but the realness will prevail (Ayy!)

[Chorus: Illtemper]
What's this, the '90s? Is that a burnt CD? (Burnt CD)
My fanbase huge but feels like no one heard of me (Ain't nobody heard of me)
But my baby momma's 'bout to start a war (Fuck her)
Welcome friends (to what?), this is Horrorpoor (Oh)
This is Horrorpoor (oh), this is Horrorpoor (Oh)
This is Horrorpoor (oh), welcome to Horrorpoor