I am wicked The necrolust grows inside Inside my sick head I know you rest under that flower bed And I am going down On a bed of roses under a clouded
to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the
, everybody scream In this town of Halloween CREATURE UNDER BED I am the one hiding under your bed Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red MAN UNDER THE
go to bed with god and wake up with the devil In a battle I blacked out and beat a man with a shovel Its obligatory that you hear my side of the story
UNDER BED I am the one hiding under your bed Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red MAN UNDER THE STAIRS I am the one hiding under your stairs Fingers
Shoot from the back, take good aim, Make sure I'm dead Bang Bang 'Cause I'm a rat there's no mistake Under the bed where you sleep Crush the skull make
will fit my corpse I don't need a tuxedo There's no bouncer in the after world I only just left my dying bed and Your making curtains out of my shroud
dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs become meat All that is sacred My body lay naked
day my daily death, The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead festering corpse whose demise has at last brought her... Under the
[Violent J:] Something has woke my a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more thumping ensued I jumped out of my bed thinking I'd been invaded
all determined I'm waterin' my garden with some black bottle bourban So open up and listen to my rag water sermon The universe is mine, a few disturbing times My
And on my wall in drippin' blood I write my rhymes I got eyeballs hangin' on my porch like wind chimes And if you think that's sick, just open my fridge
And as these faces of death they haunt my nightmares My worst fears invading my brains sphere Pains severe As my heart pounds right through my chest Years
load up my mac-10 (mac-10) Victims of my devil's playground Come burn with me until the end Chorus x4 (lord infamous) Tossin' the dead body over my
So Predictably We've Made Ourselves A Kind Of Predictable Lie And So I Pictured Us Like Corpses Lying Side By Side In Pieces In Some Dark And Lonely Plot Under
fade, predictably we made ourselves a kind of predictable lie And so I pictured us like corpses lying side by side in pieces In a dark and lonely plot under