Happy (For) Halloween

I’ve been zombified, cemetery buried
And I’m very fucking 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 slut 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 fucked? That was our last year together
She prefers the chase (Prefers the chase), not the kill (Not the kill)
It’s the slaughter (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
Bitch 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 bitch 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 fucking throat
Cut a smile in my fucking 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 bitch and since she a dog
She’ll fly to heaven
Couldn’t ditch the mask of hide the tension
I won’t collapse alone, 911
I should have shook you last summer, whore
«But how she look dude?» ask Hunter Moore
If she’s the star I’m going straight home
I say «fuck this movie», James Holmes
There’s what she’s got and the rest are treatable
I bet the titty milk green like reptar cereal
It’s been too long of being after her
I should have know it was hell when I didn’t laugh enough
I wasn’t ready for the levy break steady on my destination
Breaking since before jevee dropped the «massacre»
The last time, I shouldn’t have gassed 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, bitch
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 fucking throat
Cut a smile in my fucking throat
I’ll be «happy» for halloween
I’ll be «happy» for halloween