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