Enter my dungeon & you'll get bludgeoned. & than all of a sudden you'll be absolutely nuthin. When it's Hallowicked I kick it into ludacris speed. I take what I need & what I need is you to bleed. Blood on my candy. Blood on my porch. There's blood stains on errything like my motherfuckin torch. Trick-or-Treat, I serve chocolate covered eyes. A zombie mommy took her clothes off and I loved her dead thighs. If I swing a bat at your neck I will injure the bone. Call the damn poeliece & I'll be all up in your zone. In your area. I hurrd the sound of a chainsaw is always scarein ya. I'll rip and tear ya. Than I'll turn you into a coat & fuckin wear ya. I dare ya. Call the poelice and the swat team. If I go to prison I will soak the wardens wife in my hot cream. Throughout the year I'm murderous & torcherous. But on Hallowicked night I prowl & I howl. I dismember to November & I gut & disembowl. It's a hardcore halloween. Tonight I hope to do more dope than the average fien. I'm so infamous juggalos carve my face into a pumpkin. On Hallowicked 2006 somethin aint all in the good. My style, my ruthlessness. I say that I am wicked, that's a statement with a whole lot of truthieness. It's a bunch of fuckin foolishness; this ward that I live in I be dominating and & rulein this. I'm schoolin this. On Samhein this wicked shit I'll never quit. Now come trick-or-treat in my neighborhood on Hallowicked in Hell's Pit.
On Hallowicked night I dress up like a goblin. I be robbin, for peoples treats & all their goodies. Trashin up your block & Mashin with my glock in stolen hoodies. I pass out candy Than I pass out on the floor, every halloween I get more hardcore than before. I throw the poelice off my trail cause I aint goin to jail with no bail. I'm gonna trick or treat across the water so me and my murder crew will set sail. It is me, the killa terrorizing Italy. If I can dominate the warzones on earth how bad can Hell's Pit be. You can't see me cause Im the real champ. I murdered every motherfucker that went to my summer camp. I make a murder medley in the chambers of hell pits. Fuck all you fuckin faggots not listenin to murda cloak. Because I'm the fuckin demon when you dreamin stalking you in the dark smoke. Beatin down jobbers I need your snack bag. I need to release this bullet at this faggots wearing a mullet. The triggor feels so good so my instinct is to pull it.
I'll straight up kill you like your nothin but a crackhead. Powerbomb you on beds of barb wire, just to make your back red. You'll end up in trama when I land a top rope huricanranna. People heard of your mammma how she lied and she died. & how I set fire to the liar. In my lair I share all the clothes from flesh I wear. 24-7 with the A.T.W.S. Don't tell me their's a fool to test the best. I've been blessed above the rest with the ability to digest flesh. I can take AK rounds with my best vest. & have other people murder faggots just so I can have less stress. It don't matter if your from Louieeville or Chi-town. You will fuckin Die Now. I could be two blocks away but you should fuckin lie down. Springfield has always been my town. A.T.W.S TO INFINITY.
When you enter my room you will meet your doom. All the bodies of past challengers consume my fuckin room. It's like boom & your best friend hits the floor. It's like boom & your the next to step to me. Now your fuckin with the GrandMaster your life's in jeoprady. I can't stop murdering even if I want to. Me and my legions are gonna haunt you & do whatever we fuckin want to. Bats fly high under the light of the moon. It'll be bright soon, so we better set off all the bombs. We're gonna crucify some faggots I already banged the spikes into their palms.