OH THE HOROR!

[Sample: Unknown Speaker]
If I kill myself I'll stop thinking, and I thought, "Well, that isn't too good of an idea either, because you've got friends and people around you that love you." So I stopped that thought. And I said, "Well, who am I gonna call?" and I called up Ghostbusters— I mean, no, that came out wrong

[Verse 1: King Gordy]
Me and Paranoah, we are taking orders
Make a quarter pounder out your little baby daughter
The sickest two men in the industry
You talk about horrorcore, you better mention me

I'm the Alpha and the Omega
That's here to take you to a lake and duct tape ya
Call me "Mr. Why You Rape Her?"
Well, I cast spells to put demons in Hell
Just to bring them right back just to make drug sales for me

I'm the devil himself, I'm pure evil
Yes, I'll resurrect your soul—I cure people
I'm from the multi-city where we'll kill your mother quickly
Fuck her in the ass first and ride off on her ten-speed

I told you that I was a psycho from the get-go
All I smoke is Gelato from San Francisco
I know the underground wants more of
Gut-slashing and fashion like Oh, the Horror!

[Chorus: King Gordy]
He cut his fuckin' face off—Oh, the horror!
She’s 'bout to get raped, dawg—Oh, the horror!
He’s waiting on you in the woods—Oh, the horror!
Knife in a black hood—Oh, the horror!

He’s all inside your home—Oh, the horror!
He put a bullet in your dome—Oh, the horror!
These guys can really run fast—Oh, the horror!
Two killers in a Jason mask—Oh, the horror!

[Verse 2: Paranoah]
(Yah)
Most days I'm thinking about overthinking
Thinking it over—overflowing sink full of decomposing chunks

Flow disgusting—sofa cushions, hooker blood, and cum stains
Room cluttered, boarded out, at-home slaughterhouse
Sorting out IDs, scalped wigs, high heels, Visine
A bitch without tits—they're now stitched to my chest

Intertwining identities, heightening the crisis
Indecisive knife slicing—split decision
I'm a sideshow freak, could leave you with ribs missing

Indifferent to your format—
Full-force mallet, smash shins in half
The bones poke out the back of calf muscles

I have such a leg up
Competition limping in front of freight trucks
I'm building way up
Smokin’ a dust-laced blunt
While using a human flesh parachute to BASE jump

(Ayo) Every day I wake up, scream "Fuck the planet"
Punch a mirror and reflect on my backwards life
Fucking dead wrong—
Paranoah, Gordy—fuckin’ dead wrong

[Chorus: King Gordy]
He cut his fuckin' face off—Oh, the horror!
She’s 'bout to get raped, dawg—Oh, the horror!
He’s waiting on you in the woods—Oh, the horror!
Knife in a black hood—Oh, the horror!

He’s all inside your home—Oh, the horror!
He put a bullet in your dome—Oh, the horror!
These guys can really run fast—Oh, the horror!
Two killers in a Jason mask—Oh, the horror!

He cut his fuckin' face off—Oh, the horror!
She’s 'bout to get raped, dawg—Oh, the horror!
He’s waiting on you in the woods—Oh, the horror!
Knife in a black hood—Oh, the horror!

He’s all inside your home—Oh, the horror!
He put a bullet in your dome—Oh, the horror!
These guys can really run fast—Oh, the horror!
Two killers in a Jason mask—Oh, the horror!

[Outro: Unknown Speaker]
Well who I am, I'm [?] as an Antichrist—
Regardless of, uh, any nature of humankind, come in contact with the [?], you know what I mean?
As a presence of a brain, you know, who would go and smack as a whole nation, as one—as every, you know, other individual, seven nations—and say:
"Hey, who's bangin' on you? You like my flesh?"
You know, look at you—you hear me?
How you like my brain, hmm? That fine?
And get back to talking—you say:
"Well, oh [?], the fact that [?] the kids—they know a lot about it
They just gotta act like we're just humans and say that's fine
Mental illness rules—rock on," you know?