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curtis foster - vintage horror كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: curtis foster]
grabbing the hilt, we ‘bout to turn this hill to another amityville
all for a laugh and a thrill, after a k!ll still my sanity wilts
madder than hillary when bill was willingly tipping monica
demonic, son, paying homage to samhain under a cryptic moniker
close your eyes and know the ghost inside of you like a poltergeist
toe the line or know you’ll find yourself maligned with a broken spine
have some gas on hand ‘case astro van hits empty tank, y’all
i keep canisters of that out back to rev my texas chainsaw (vroom!)
deserted in the desert, cat and mouse, will to survive
sure to die as the weather dry, kinda feel like the hills have eyes
but if i get a grip, bet’cha neck’ll twist like the exorcist
aggressiveness mixed with extremities given to edward scissorhands
it’s an epidemic, cramming corpses in crevices
stored under floorboards in the nooks and crannies of bed and breakfasts
nothing to lift your spirits like a seance (!uoy kcuf)
i’m in the bas_m_nt channeling cray thoughts of the afterlife through crayons
[hook: curtis foster]
late night watching fl!cks because of boredom
cl!cking through my tv, i’mma hit some vintage horror
i don’t give a f_ck if the sound too loud for n0body
movie marathon ’til 2 in the morning

[verse 2: novatore]
yo
from ’87 so the vintage stuff is just a given
i’ve done horrific sh_t, but most was from a just position (for real)
i’ve seen some horrors in my life
i mean that sh_t that turn you white
just like a ghost or all that stuff you sniffin’ (hahahaha)
was always driven to the blood and gore
reenacting slasher fl!cks just had my mother buggin’ more (louis!)
the puppet master, i get rugged when it’s love or war
f_ck a score, i’ll one and done, like anyone i’m gunnin’ for
syllable slayer, purveyor of all that’s dark and evil
son of sam, i start to bark before i target people (ow ow)
if this a movie, it’d be hard to sequel
k!lled my a&r, f_ck rated r, this sh_t is hardly legal
yeah, the exorcist of all this child’s play
you violate, you get defiled in a vile way
stomach bile flying out you then annihilate
by a lake i left you lying, dying in your final state
[hook: curtis foster]
late night watching fl!cks because of boredom
cl!cking through my tv, i’mma hit some vintage horror
i don’t give a f_ck if the sound too loud for n0body
movie marathon ’til 2 in the morning

[verse 3: curtis foster]
deathnote writin’ in a state of mental crisis
tame my temple vices through meditation and heavy metal violence (ommm)
machete vibin’ with jason voorhees on a gentle friday
keep it a hunnit? nah, i 99 it like betty white did (haha)
you go nighty night, b_tch
say hi to freddie like this (hi!)
never debit swiping, no paper trail, yeah i’m pennywise_ing
take an axe to the door of ya spotify like i’m jack in the shining
you can play the part of another torrance named wendy in hiding (ahh!)
bad omen like damien, reddish radiance
embellish rage and a hatred for satanists, pagans, catholics, and atheists
in the bathtub found ya naked and stabbed in the pancreas
norman bates in a morbid state, splatter blood on his face again
raising h_ll like a cen0bite, dreams on elm street’ll eat you live
it’s child play, easy fright, you next in line like it’s single file
please don’t scream or be in denial if you see frankstein
your final destination is waiting behind a heinous crime

[hook: curtis foster]
late night watching fl!cks because of boredom
cl!cking through my tv, i’mma hit some vintage horror
i don’t give a f_ck if the sound too loud for n0body
movie marathon ’til 2 in the morning
[verse 4: curtis foster]
corpses deserted in the north urban version of forest preserves
contorted, disturbing, what a horrible person
it takes for this sort of perversion
to form a morgue with an assortment of
torturous instruments i put a fork in this vermin
warped in the cortex, more stretched like a vortex
gore? yes, i perform death as a source to ignore stress
blacking out again, this time i wonder what could go wrong
if you know what’s good for you, you better ignore that phone call

- curtis foster

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