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!!/