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letra de vhs - novatore

[intro]
here’s johnny!

[verse 1: a.m. early morning]
see they coming masked up, this a horror movie, mickey and mallory with mushrooms
claustrophobic, i got no room, try and stab me fifty times, still i got no wounds
i’m a beast, couple days waiting for a feast, buy it up front, no loan to lease
my lady suck me good like she got no t–th
promote peace but i still knock the lights out
crazy like nicholson so my chick wendy
off the clown, slash your throat from the back seat
max heat, boy, i’m hot like a d-mn sauna
pimp walking this b-tch like my name obama
no drama when i’m by myself, on my own
ain’t n0body talkin’ sh-t, p-ssy, better watch your tone
home alone, macaulay caulkin when i’m in the trap
you sound good, just playing homie, that sh-t was wack (wack)
b-tch, i’m back like mike, better jason than freddy
gunshots and flesh, leave your soul empty
carry stress to the world, boy, that sh-t heavy
work hard, make it on your own, they gon’ still envy
morning!

[verse 2: novatore]
i wrote this verse up on the 31st of halloween
stayed up from dusk ’til dawn, i draw a weapon, you the first to scream
burst through your screen like it’s that chick up in the ring
and if my trigger finger itches, i’ma hit you with a thing
an alcoholic, i’m nefarious and mean
last time i drank a bl–dy mary had to bury carrie and christine
psychomaniac, i murder on a mild day
you wouldn’t hurt a fly, you acting wild, but it’s child’s play
i send your momma to the morgue so she can verify ya
makin’ art for clowns up in your town and i’m the terrifier
and you get tortured with a pair of pliers
put you out your misery then cook you in an air fryer
lots of casualties and i don’t need a d-mn gun
ransom got the faculty invested in a manhunt
fields and forests trying to find him in the fog
it’s by design, in my machine, you just a f-cking cog
puppetmaster, haunt you haters like a poltergeist
h-llraiser, on your soul i’d probably roll the dice
i’ll put your motherf-ckin’ soul on ice
bone collector, leave you in the alley for a price
[skit: nightwalker]
uhh! what’s the price? i’ll do that sh-t cheaper. know what i mean? yo!

[verse 3: nightwalker]
yo! i’m donnie at the end of body sn-tchers, no soul inside
i am an assh0l- on maximum overdrive
45s, nines, axes, hatchets and hand-to-hands
writing on the wall, same city as the candyman
born in sleepy hollow before it existed
b-tches knockin’ at my door in new york with a wrist slit
i’m kind of twisted, she look like the chick from lifeforce
a conqueror rockin’ a bow and crown on a white horse
maximus decimus when the frost made the blade stick
cobra locked in a cage in a lab goin’ apesh-t
stab you in the back with a tomahawk, a patriot
ain’t goin’ out like vincent vega’s trap while i take a sh-t
they made me sit through one of your albums, this is sick
when i c-ck the pistol, it’s apocalypto when the sh-t comes in
it’s over, no sequels, cult classic one-off
pull my blades out your punctured lungs and wipe the blood off

- novatore

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