*Be prepared for the worst*
(Devereaux)
[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Oooh it's the demented one
He's never sitting still
He's gonna kill someone
Oooh and I got something I gotta tell someone
It's the perfect night for me to kill someone
And I don't need help I'm not asking for none
It's the perfect night for me to kill someone
And I feel like I just need to kill someone
It's the perfect night for me to kill someone
And I don't need help I'm not asking for none
What a perfect night for me to kill someone
[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
Peel your wig back, crush your skull I might touch your brain
On the outside we look different, inside we the fucking same
Bodies trembling, convulsions, they start to succumb to pain
The news broadcasts the murders but they don't know I'm the one to blame
Hatchet face tat let 'em know the tools of the trade
Spade tip shovel be the key to an early grave
Fucking around with the Chapter guaranteed to get your ass erased
He'll spend seventeen days rotting in the acetate
Massive shank to the neck of those who chose to disrespect
Smash a glass bottle, twist the jagged edge into your chest
It looks like a Troma movie scene when I am ripping flesh
The sacred screams of suffering, beast was living in my head
Dead body Darby I'm a murder artist (ay ay)
Pull your soul out leave a deserted carcass (ay ay)
Sights set on killing, buddy, you're the target (boom! boom!)
We stay lurking in the shadows obscured by the darkness
(by the darkness!)
(Devereaux)
[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Oooh it's the demented one
He's never sitting still
He's gonna kill someone
Oooh and I got something I gotta tell someone
It's the perfect night for me to kill someone
And I don't need help I'm not asking for none
It's the perfect night for me to kill someone
And I feel like I just need to kill someone
It's the perfect night for me to kill someone
And I don't need help I'm not asking for none
What a perfect night for me to kill someone
[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
Peel your wig back, crush your skull I might touch your brain
On the outside we look different, inside we the fucking same
Bodies trembling, convulsions, they start to succumb to pain
The news broadcasts the murders but they don't know I'm the one to blame
Hatchet face tat let 'em know the tools of the trade
Spade tip shovel be the key to an early grave
Fucking around with the Chapter guaranteed to get your ass erased
He'll spend seventeen days rotting in the acetate
Massive shank to the neck of those who chose to disrespect
Smash a glass bottle, twist the jagged edge into your chest
It looks like a Troma movie scene when I am ripping flesh
The sacred screams of suffering, beast was living in my head
Dead body Darby I'm a murder artist (ay ay)
Pull your soul out leave a deserted carcass (ay ay)
Sights set on killing, buddy, you're the target (boom! boom!)
We stay lurking in the shadows obscured by the darkness
(by the darkness!)
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