I'm back with the hardcore for all the wack sophmore Geeky-nerdy-pussies named Melvin who fucking mop floors/ Shots of horror in the slop buckets crop dusting Turn your town into The Crazies and get the cops busting/ I'm on some Nightbreed shit that means you might bleed kid It's not Kabal from Mortal Kombat but I'll still fight bitch/ You stick your teeth & nose in with your Lost Boys kin At Near Dark there's Innocent Blood on your soft moist skin/ Brain Damage whore got no heart anymore Supernatural fags ain't got shit on Harry D'Amour/ Basket Case like Belial Duane Brady awaits trial I'm dining at the Blood Diner with the gravy faced smile/ The Hills"still Have Eyes & Decker's telling mad lies Working on the Graveyard Shift your giant bat & rats die/ Avenging like my man Tox Barbequed hamhocks Here's a message from my only sponsor Silver Shamrock/ Happy happy halloween, halloween, halloween Happy happy halloween, Silver Shamrock X2

I'm dealing death with a mask on like Mikey getting his slash on Your lucky flasks done when the Street Trash come/ Psycho like Bates serve your face on a plate Letting Demons"out The Gate"Stuff you with Fluffy in The Crate/ Now the Creepshow is my personal peepshow Pickled Punks at the Freakshow my teeth glow/ I'm not Doctor Giggles but I make molars wiggle You start to jiggle & the blood spatter squiggles/ I splatter heads & the brain matter's red Pitch Black your batter's dead ??? whatever Chatterer said/ Criminally Insane I'm Mondo like Cane Wash your fluids down the drain they call me Kevin Maggot-Brain/ My shitters full of Ghoulies Murder Boxes with the Toolies Nightstalker burning hoolies kill your pigeons if they're stoolies/ Draining you of blood your life is draining in the hud Raining while your under mud hanging with the Bugs & C.H.U.D.s/ Texas Chainsaw Massacre"death when blade on ass occurs Slumber Party Massacre for dumb & tarty nasty girls/ I'm like the Driller Killer trigger finger, innard-spiller Thriller chiller with the Black & Decker gizzard griller/ Doctor like Satan experimental operating Dissection of the patient create mutations/ Freddy in your dream Predator that's unseen The Bill Duke"of the team spitting hot 16s/ The One man Army of Darkness I'm the carnie at the Funhouse stars seen then I got a jarred spleen/ I'm in The Fog and I consume like The Blob I'll feed you to the hogs once your lynched by the mob/ Maniac Cop I Drink Your Blood drops The Terror Train stops hanger head Chop-Top/ You flopped & fell into Motel Hell But you'll never live to tell you're beef jerky they sell/

Killer klowns and they're coming to your town Holy grounds now soiled & foul/ Round jowls & a tough guy scowl on the prowl for a victim to crown/ Went from young & proud to young & dumb with a frown Walking around in his waistband the guns down/ Shooting rounds smoking fools to the ground Drug scenes found now their bouncing pounds/ Notes are brown moving coke uptown Rather die than back down but you need to put the crack down/ Put the gat down turn your crooked hat round' Too bad your dad never layed you the smackdown/ You ain't black clown you can cut the act now You'll prolly be found drowned with hands & feet bound/ Our clean streets now violently renowned Whatever happened to our peaceful town?/ Nowadays it seems to be the norm To get robbed and beaten at gunpoint by a swarm/ Of stupid wannabee gangsters that won't conform You wanna fight a war? go & join the marine corps/ You ain't hardcore not even a sophmore Dropped your shit on the floor, shot a kid through the door/ Your doing 20 or more in general pop. you're the whore oral sex is performed while your asshole is torn/ You meet the Wizard Of Gore & wish you'd never been born you'll hang yourself with a cord around 4 in the morn'/ Your found dead in a dorm & now we've settled the score But for every one there'll be fourty more/ Instead of popping gats you kids should of popped popcorn ate some cotton candy, drank beer & watched porn/ Killer Klownz but the not the kind from outerspace The kind that leave you on the ground with the gun powdered face/

It's the Return Of The Living Dead I'll turn & spin your head just like The Exorcist possessing all the pessimists/ Specialists of mine would know I rocked that line another time in Evil Dreamz when Don Stefano came to life/ But this ain't karate it's more like ka-razy The way I rhyme, no one will ever slay me/ And I ain't lyin' rhymes don't pay me My life needs direction so I'm calling Scorsese/ But I'm not a mobster I'm more like a monster My moms won't admit it but my twin still haunts her/ Killed the doctor & dug up the casket Gave him CPR & now I keep him in a Basket/ My State is Altered my Demons took your daughter She gave me Rawhead like Rex and then I pissed on the altar/ To all the hating net nerds who say I got no flow I fucking kill em' with words/ BREAK It's like the 80's again when I put on my shades And normal everyday people have an alien face/ But this isn't They Live or some Tales From The Crypt Give my shit away for free so i'm jacked & I'm ripped/ With a chainsaw hand like Ash it's very groovy call you from your House & ask you what's your favorite Scary Movie? You shit your drawers like you was in the Diaper Mafia I'm thinly choppin' ya to xerox copy ya/ & All you clones are so drone with your gats Turned gangster overnight When you heard your first rap/ Back in 2004 now you think you're hardcore with your shitty little demo on consignment at the store/ You're on sale I seen your cd at Bi-Way for dirt cheap an epic fail like the remake of Friday The 13th/ The shoe don't fit loser Like Jackie Earle Haley trying to fill Freddy Kreuger's/

You sit in shorts that are yellow & brown (You know) I'm Vulgar like the clown and from The Town That Dreaded Sundown/ You don't know my name only know that I'm sickening with devices in the attic for selected new victims/ A ruffies drop got you impaired I tied you to a chair because I don't care/ It's time to get sick I bust a little chuckle The hammer goes smack on your fingers & your knuckles/ Were gonna play a game the Jigsaw already thought of You can die in here today handcuffed or you can Saw it off/ Call in the soldiers I'm going out the hardway I'll keep taking lives I don't care what they say/ My stereo's loud so you don't disturb the neighbours While I enjoy your screams & your flavours/ Cus I am the holder of your life like I was cancer If you open the Book Of The Dead you'll get your hand slashed/ I am the keeper of your life like I was cancer You can ask me questions but you won't find the answers/ Your breasts, my saw, your screams, no breath D - E, A - T, H - YOUR DEATH!!!/ I keep it low profile I'm a hermit Then I got busted for a fuckin' parking permit/(You know why) He searched the trunk & found fifty bags of limbs And I got caught by a stinking fat pig/ I fly right out on bail cus my lawyer's fly Went and killed the cop who booked me.....Just to watch him die/

I Let the blood run reddy-red, Until you're good & plenty dead Scalpin' suckers like I'm Old Cheif Wooden Head/ Or Maniac with Joe Zito, making human burritos Call me Chester The Molester with a bag of Cheeto's/ This is Night Of The Demons that got you Screamin' And I Still Know What You Did Last Summer you was killin' seamen/ And now your throats rusted, loads got your clothes crusted Trapped my spirit in your bitch's box and now she's Ghostbusted/ Straight outta Fright Night, I Graduated Hell Night Flatulence like The Excremental cus it felt right/ I wake n' bake at Dawn Of The Dead with Shaun & Ed We're killing Zombie hordes with a bong through the fucking head/ The Dead Next Door Your head & neck on the floor Chopping Mall cus you was shopping at The Redneck Store/ Gore Gore Girls at my Blood Orgy cus I Splurge for gory Catch me selling drugs at the corner of Hell & Purgatory/ BREAK The Lord Of Illusions call me Nix, don't goto movies though, But I'm making human horror flicks/ And there's no benefits for this role, just death, dismemberment then buried in a hole/ You wanna get ugly that's fine, But now you're looking like Pumpkinhead let's draw the line/ Smash your face in 1000 times, a Changelling Like Lon Chaney Don't play me/ 13 Ghosts 13 Dead Men And there ain't no fucking tribe of whimpy ass Redmen/ I'm like Jason" with an axe, The Final Chapter is at it's climax but I'ma keep coming back/ Your head goes pop like we're in Scanners for real We need more sequels like we need more Species to kill/ No joke, Mother Nature's gotta brand new bag, And trust me... THIS SHIT AIN"T NO (BLACK) PLAGUE!!/

HORRORCORE BOUILLABAISSE (K.Theodoropolus) SECTION 3 - Meat For The Beast I'm back with the hardcore for all the wack sophmore Geeky-nerdy-pussies named "Melvin" who fucking mop floors/ Shots of horror in the slop buckets crop dusting Turn your town into "The Crazies" and get the cops busting/ I'm on some "Nightbreed" shit that means you might bleed kid It's not Kabal from "Mortal Kombat" but I'll still fight bitch/ You stick your teeth & nose in with your "Lost Boys" kin At "Near Dark" there's "Innocent Blood" on your soft moist skin/ "Brain Damage" whore got no heart anymore "Supernatural" fags ain't got shit on "Harry D'Amour"/ "Basket Case" like "Belial" "Duane Brady" awaits trial I'm dining at the "Blood Diner" with the gravy faced smile/ "The Hills" still "Have Eyes" & "Decker's" telling mad lies Working on the "Graveyard Shift" your giant bat & rats die/ "Avenging" like my man "Tox" Barbequed hamhocks Here's a message from my only sponsor "Silver Shamrock" SECTION 4 - Silver Shamrock Happy happy halloween, halloween, halloween Happy happy halloween, Silver Shamrock SECTION 5 - Death Dealer I'm dealing death with a mask on like "Mikey" getting his slash on Your lucky flasks done when the "Street Trash" come/ "Psycho" like "Bates" serve your face on a plate Letting "Demons" out "The Gate" Stuff you with "Fluffy" in "The Crate"/ Now the "Creepshow" is my personal peepshow Pickled Punks at the "Freakshow" my teeth glow/ I'm not "Doctor Giggles" but I make molars wiggle You start to jiggle & the blood spatter squiggles/ I splatter heads & the brain matter's red "Pitch Black" your batter's dead "??????" whatever "Chatterer" said/ Criminally Insane I'm "Mondo" like "Cane" Wash your fluids down the drain they call me Kevin Maggot-Brain/ My shitters full of "Ghoulies" "Murder" "Box"es with the "Tool"ies "Nightstalker" burning hoolies kill your pigeons if they're stoolies/ Draining you of blood your life is draining in the hud Raining while your under mud hanging with the "Bugs" & the "C.H.U.D."s/ "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" death when blade on ass occurs "Slumber Party Massacre" for dumb & tarty nasty girls/ I'm like the "Driller Killer" trigger finger, innard-spiller "Thriller" chiller with the Black & Decker gizzard griller/ "Doctor" like "Satan" experimental operating Dissection of the patient create mutations/ "Freddy" in your dream "Predator" that's unseen The "Bill Duke" of the team spitting hot 16s/ The One man "Army of Darkness" I'm the carnie at the "Funhouse" stars seen then I got a jarred spleen/ I'm in "The Fog" and I consume like "The Blob" I'll feed you to the hogs once your lynched by the mob/ "Maniac Cop" "I Drink Your Blood" drops The "Terror Train" stops hanger head "Chop-Top"/ You flopped & fell into "Motel Hell" But you'll never live to tell you're beef jerky they sell/ SECTION 6 - Killer Klownz Killer klownz and there coming to your town Holy grounds now soiled & foul/ Round jowls & a tough guy scowl on the prowl for a victim to crown/ Went from young & proud to young & dumb with a frown Walking around in his waistband the guns down/ Shooting rounds smoking fools to the ground Drug scenes found now their bouncing pounds/ Notes are brown moving coke uptown Rather die than back down but you need to put the crack down/ Put the gat down turn your crooked hat round' Too bad your dad never layed you the smackdown/ You ain't black clown you can cut the act now You'll prolly be found drowned with hands & feet bound/ Our clean streets now violently renowned Whatever happened to our peaceful town?/ Nowadays it seems to be the norm To get robbed and beaten at gunpoint by a swarm/ Of stupid wannabee gangsters that won't conform You wanna fight a war? go & join the marine corps/ You ain't hardcore not even a sophmore Dropped your shit on the floor, shot a kid through the door/ Your doing 20 or more in general pop. you're the whore oral sex is performed while your asshole is torn/ You meet the "Wizard Of Gore" & wish you'd never been born you'll hang yourself with a cord around 4 in the morn'/ Your found dead in a dorm & now we've settled the score But for every one there'll be fourty more/ Instead of popping gats you kids should of popped popcorn ate some cotton candy, drank beer & watched porn/ Killer Klownz but the not the kind from outerspace The kind that leave you on the ground with the gun powdered face/ SECTION 7 - RHYME DON'T PAY It's the "return of the living dead" I'll turn & spin your head just like "the exorcist" possessing all the pessimists/ Specialists of mine would know I rocked that line another time in "Evil Dreamz" when "Don Stefano" came to life/ But this ain't karate it's more like ka-razy The way I rhyme, no one will ever slay me/ And I ain't lyin' rhymes don't pay me My life needs direction so I'm calling "Scorsese"/ But I'm not a mobster I'm more like a monster My moms won't admit it but my twin still haunts her/ Killed the doctor & dug up the casket Gave him CPR & now I keep him in a "Basket"/ My "State" is "Altered" my "Demons" took your daughter She gave me "Rawhead" like "Rex" and then I pissed on the alter/ To all the hating net nerds who say I got no flow I fucking kill em' with words/ BREAK It's like the 80's again when I put on my shades And normal everyday people have an alien face/ but this isn't "They Live" or some "Tales From The Crypt" Give my shit away for free so i'm jacked & I'm ripped/ With a chainsaw hand like "Ash" it's very groovy call you from your "House" & ask you [what's your favorite "Scary Movie"?] You shit your drawers like you was in the "Diaper Mafia" I'm thinly choppin' ya to xerox copy ya/ & All you clones are so drone with your gats Turned gangster overnight When you heard your first rap/ Back in 2004 now you think you're hardcore with your shitty little demo on consignment at the store/ You're on sale I seen your cd at Bi-Way for dirt cheap an epic fail like the remake of "Friday The 13th"/ The shoe don't fit loser Like "Jackie Earle Haley" trying to fill "Freddy Kreuger"'s/ SECTION 8 - GRINDHOUSE You sit in shorts that are yellow & brown (You know) I'm "Vulgar" like the clown and from "The Town That Dreaded Sundown" You don't know my name only know that I'm sickening with devices in the attic for selected new victims A ruffies dropped got you impaired I tied you to a chair because I don't care I got to be sick I bust a little chuckle The hammer goes smack on your four finger's knuckles Were gonna play a game the "Jigsaw" already thought of You can die in here today handcuffed or you can "Saw" it off Call in the soldiers I'm going out the hardway I'll keep taking lives I don't care what they say My stereo's loud so you don't disturb the neighbours While I enjoy your screams & your flavours I am the holder of your life like I was cancer If you open the "Book Of The Dead" you'll find an answer I am the keeper of your life like I was cancer You can ask me questions but you won't find the answers Your breasts, my saw, your screams, no breath D - E, A - T, H - YOUR DEATH!!! I keep it low profile I'm a hermit Then I got busted for a fuckin' parking permit(you know why) He searched the trunk & found fifty bags of limbs And I got caught by a stinking fat pig I fly right out on bail cus my lawyer's fly Went and killed the cop who booked me.....Just to watch him die SECTION 10 - RED RUN I Let the blood run reddy-red, Until you're good & plenty dead Scalpin' suckers like I'm "Old Cheif Wooden Head"/ Or "Maniac" with Joe Zito, making human burritos Call me "Chester The Molester" with a bag of Cheeto's/ This is "Night Of The Demons" that got you "Scream"in' And "I Still Know What You Did Last Summer" you was killin' seamen/ And now your throats rusted, loads got your clothes crusted Trapped my spirit in your bitch's box and now she's "Ghostbusted"/ Straight outta "Fright Night", I Graduated "Hell Night" Flatulence like "The Excremental" cus it felt right/ I wake n' bake at "Dawn Of The Dead" with "Shaun" & "Ed" We're killing "Zombie" hordes with a bong through the fucking head/ "The Dead Next Door" Your head & neck on the floor "Chopping Mall" cus you was shopping at The Redneck Store/ "Gore Gore Girls" at my "Blood Orgy" cus I Splurge for gory Catch me selling drugs at the corner of Hell & Purgatory/ BREAK The "Lord Of Illusions" call me "Nix", don't goto movies though, But I'm making human horror flicks/ And there's no benefits for this role, just death, dismemberment then buried in a hole/ You wanna get ugly that's fine, But now you're looking like "Pumpkinhead" let's draw the line/ Smash your face in 1000 times, a "Changelling" Like "Lon Chaney" Don't play me/ "13 Ghosts" "13 Dead Men" "And there ain't no fucking tribe of whimpy ass Redmen"/ I'm like "Jason" with an axe, "The Final Chapter" is at it's climax but I'ma keep coming back/ Your head goes pop like we're in "Scanners" for real We need more sequels like we need more "Species" to kill/ No joke, Mother Nature's gotta brand new bag, And trust me... THIS SHIT AIN"T NO (BLACK) PLAGUE!!/