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Wait, what's that noise? YTCracker, are those zombies? |
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Zombies in the studio! |
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This is our horrorcore song because it has zombies on it. |
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It sounds like a horrorcore song. |
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You know who we should get on this track to help us out? |
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I'm thinking Zealous1 and Schaffer the Darklord. |
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Heck yeah! |
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What should we call it Lars? |
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I think we should call it Bruce Campbell. |
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[Schaffer:] |
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Fresh from the cemetery, I'm a terrifying sight |
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With little bits of bloody flesh stuck to my mic |
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I will ruin you, reduce you to a puddle where you stand |
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Once I tear into your torso with my cold, dead hands |
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Blood, sweat and tears from your wounds start spewing |
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Fill a water bottle, swallow all your bodily fluids |
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You are nailed to a wall, full of holes like a dartboard |
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Still think you're hardcore? Bow to your Darklord! |
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Splatter from the axe turns a blue shirt red |
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Severed head in a vise inside of my work shed |
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Deadheads get brains, Pinheads get chains |
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I annihilate you, then I violate your remains |
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You choked and you froze 'cause you got so scared |
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Toss your body in the cellar, hope you rot down there |
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Where upon your meat and screams, awful goblins feed |
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Bleedat! But never mind the "at," just bleed! |
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[Chorus:] |
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Get on the floor and do the Bruce Campbell |
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Get on the mic wax a chump like a candle |
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Four MC's we're more than you can handle |
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D-d-d-d-do the Bruce Campbell |
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Get on the floor and do the Bruce Campbell |
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Get on the mic wax a chump like a candle |
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Four MC's we're more than you can handle |
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Protect your neck and do the Bruce Campbell |
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[YTCracker:] |
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they need brains not the kind that you get in the back of a car |
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at the drive in but the kind where they're hiding in fear |
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laid up in a creaky house where the people shout |
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night of the living dead instead full moon rising |
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their surprising every chick with their shirt torn off |
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got an axe with the blade worn off |
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they roam in the shadows split their melon |
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I'm telling talking bout the zombies stalking |
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victims with a stick 'em up |
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dead flesh rotten don't pick them up |
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on the side of the road or get yourself throwed |
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become one of them and walk all slowed |
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on a quest for the grey matter nothing phatter |
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than a mind like mine when the zombies dine |
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[Repeat chorus] |
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[Zealous1:] |
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back from the dead, got a bullet in my head |
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and 37 more from the buckshot spread |
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suicidal thoughts like frost in your spine |
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the dragon won't sleep till your souls all mine |
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cut the flesh, blood spillin will entice me |
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I promise when i carve my name I'll do it very nicely |
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precisely, show your ladies im the best at this |
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i got them screamin for the zealous as the sexorcist |
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dont mess with this, you just can't hide |
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ain't gonna stop till the knifes inside |
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twist to the left, lemme see your eyes |
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twist to the right, i wanna taste you die |
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i stalk MC's who are not believers |
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make a microphone stand outta both their femurs |
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i love screamers, uh oh lets go |
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gimme some sugar baby and do the Bruce Campbell |
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[Lars:] |
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Jeffrey Dahmer, here's my story |
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You abhor me, you deplore me |
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Much too gory, violent glory |
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But this never would have happen if you hadn't ignored me! |
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You laughed at me and my fat retainer |
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Now your son Stew is frozen in my refrigerator |
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If you'd just said hello when I passed in the hall |
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I wouldn't be snacking on your dead boyfriend Paul |
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It's just another day at the Ambassador Hote |
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Milwaukee's best travel bargain, please ignore the smell |
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Shrunken heads severed limbs, I'm mad belligerent |
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Murderous cannibal, far from innocent |
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The Dahmer Dinner Part is the best it's true |
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And everywhere I go, I'll take a part of you |
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There's a key downstairs, and your name's on it |
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I'll get the stains out, you bring the comet |
