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letra de happy (for) halloween (blitzkrieg remix) - dropping a popped locket

i’ll be “happy” for halloween
i’ll be “happy” for halloween

i’ve been zombified, cemetery buried
and i’m very f-cking used to it
lucifer’s nuisance kid’s back with a vengeance
we’re both done pretending
she’s old enough to control her touch
she’s pro at the vending
bar tending, parts bending
he’s ordered a double
but got a sl-t for the night
scary part’s she’s barely taught
and now she won’t die
have you ever wanted to gouge someones eyes out
as you f-cked?
that was our last year together
she prefers the chase; not the k!ll
it’s the slaughter that she can’t fill
when i go down
i’ll make sure she goes down in flames
i wanna bury her, no tears will water her grave
she’s a habit leaver, she’s got a tormented mattress
b-tch you an angry beaver, like norb and dagget
i got a body bag
cause they say that hate is baggage
how much you think that b-tch weigh?
95? 94 with no sandwich
hacksaw to the actress
all just for practice for the next girl
i find off her book of matches

i want to wear the skin you’ve sinned in
i’ll be “happy” for halloween
i want to wear the skin you’ve sinned in
i’ll be “happy” for halloween
cut a smile in my f-cking throat
cut a smile in my f-cking throat
i’ll be “happy” for halloween
i’ll be “happy” for halloween

i just hit up her new boy, cause i can
he acting all macho man at summerslam
he ain’t even cute doe! downgrade!
he a ransom frog
he’s hardcore with a keyboard
lemme see that bleach amanda todd
lynch the b-tch and since she a dog
she’ll fly to heaven
couldn’t ditch the mask of hide the tension
i won’t collapse alone, 9/11
i should have shook you last summer, wh0r-
“but how she look dude?”
ask hunter moore. if she’s the star
i’m going straight home
i say “f-ck this movie”
james holmes
there’s what she’s got
and the rest are treatable
i bet the t-tty milk green like reptar cereal
it’s been too long of being after her
i should have know it was h-ll
when i didn’t laugh enough
i wasn’t ready for the levy break
steady on my destination
breaking since before jevee dropped the “m-ssacre.”
the last time, i shouldn’t have g-ssed it up
pretend it was the end, our masks on
we have plastic touch. but i’m not into it
i’m hungry; flesh fits
and that skin you’re in’ll be sunday’s best, b-tch

- dropping a popped locket

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