Macabre Murderers (The Sequel) (feat. Echo, Gun1 & XP The Marxman)

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We must be on our way now, you and I, our bones will soon be ashes and we shall never be separated again

Is it Friday the 13th
If it is, is it the worst thing Nah
Ima kill these niggas for slurring, machine gun raps, lyrical shell bursting
I'm thirsting for blood like a cannibal I'll eat Hannibal, unlock my mandible
The tattoo on my arm, it's scannable It says that this whole world is flammable
And I'm a fire starter, I bury more MCs, they don't fit in any graveyards
I stack bodies on bodies like Franklin Saint
I turn niggas into zombies with a little eighth
First I make your whole body lose a lot of weight
Then I make you start limping and Harlem shake
I'll break your spirit, kill your fucking soul
It's Michael Myers, nigga, I'll put you in a hole, bitch

Do I know you
Be my victim
Be my victim

No lo quiero hacer. No lo quiero hacer. No quiero hacer.  Lo vas hacer
Son dos de la manana have a sick urge
Cruising the boulevard
Another victim search
Up and down, Hollywood hard, target spotted off guard
This dark feeling inside is getting worse and worse
The voices in my head becoming more perverse
I have a body ice cold, hanging on, blindfolded, drilling through the skull, collect the powder, sniff it up my nose
That's when I hear the devil's call
Kill em all, remove their hearts, leave messages with blood on the wall
I studied the greats, I know how to use the Bundy charm with no alarm, inspired by the ones that came before
I summon the spirits using the Ouija board
You can smell the copper from all the blood on the floor
Signs of a gruesome scene, the deputy can't stomach what he sees, in disbelief how someone can kill so viciously
You have a serial killer on your city streets

Please Stop.... Now Stop... Stop
Do you believe in me
Keep away from me
Your death will be a tale to frighten children
Come with me, and be immortal

Carving knives out of femur bones
Conjuring up spirits out of the speaker tone, screech and moan
See I can never leave the streets alone
I'm in your dreams, I'm a squeeze, feel the pressure all inside your throat
Heart pumping as the night approach,
Ice pick, give your eye a poke, bedsheets, blood soak
From the bottomless dungeon, where lava running, we're breaking the surface and snatching more than your purses
Amongst the living dead, underneath my tire tread
Severed a head, bloodshed, cause Simon said
Permanent end, serial killer getting cred
Now I'm on a bigger things, sending mail with a lead
Ima tell them how I did it, get hit with cold feelings
Multiple personality coming, I can't conceal it
F*ck em up
I kill more when I feel pressure
Got pictures of my victims up in the top dresser

But this was just the beginning of his ordeal
Nearby, there was an apiary
Dozens of hives, filled with hungry bees
They smashed the hives and stole the honeycomb
And smeared it over his prone, naked body

You don't believe all that nonsense anyway, do you
I don't, do you
Alright
Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

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