Slasher Rap Cypher Lyrics – Freshy Kanal

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[Intro: Narrator (Freeced)]
Do you feel a ghostly shiver in your spirit?
Something’s out of place
Facing someone else you’re wary’s
Wearing someone else’s face
Some may call it Camp
But you really shouldn’t drag the Lake
A Child’s Play may turn from clown
To drowning while they laugh and quake
This summer’s Raising Hell up
Fava than it’s ever bean
So take a chance on Halloween

Be every feature’s terror queen
You can’t check out of this motel
Nor wake up from the dream
For this is primetime, b!tch
And we’ve all paid to see you scream!

[Verse 1: Freddy Kreuger (Omega Sparx)]
‘Scuse me, I’m giddy. I’ll slash up your city
You know I’mma get you, my pretty
Crashing your party with anger on my brow
But you’re all my children now
Jump in your dreams and feasting on fears that you’re feeling
I’m an artist when killing
Painting a beautiful picture
Blood gushing out your bed or you’re hanging on ceilings
The taste of a dead teen
How’s this for a wet dream?
Just answer the phone, so I can lick
On them lips; doing some things I hope you condone
I am your Dream Master
Thinking of scenes faster than you ever discerned
Don’t run away, you gon’ learn
I’m a riot at dances while doing the worm
Don’t mind my skin; it’s a little burnt and wrinkled
I’ll rip it away so you see what I’m thinking

Now what you gon’ do?
Just join in the chorus ‘cuz Freddy’s coming for you

[Verse 2: Jason Voorhees (Freeced)]
Mom
The kids are having s*x
And if they don’t stop boning
I’ll be swinging at their necks
Who’s up, who’s next? Who’s young, who’s s*x-repressed?
Whose canoe’s upset? Boo-hoo, who’s next
To get macheted from the group text
When you know who does what you knew best
You two best move to two tents describes the news best
If you tune in, expect nothing but net
‘Cuz I’m bald like Jordan; tongue out and drenched
As I come out the depths, dark with the blood of my undead breath
This is the Lockpicking– Fu*k that!
It’s the lock chopping, cockblocking resident
Revenant ghost walking; a present host in any relative
Who wants to pummel Freddy’s ugly melon
And behead that musty Heffalump most
“Don’t recall which Tommy exactly brought you back
But he botched it pretty badly.” Compared to who?
I make hella bucks, hockey mask up too
I’m in the box for slashing, where are you?

[Pre-verse (Lime King)]
They calling me a small-time killer
What you mean by small?
It’s not the size of the boat, baby
It’s the motion of the ocean

[Verse 3: Chucky (LIME KING)]
Quick to the knife, let’s get to the point
If I ever catch Andy, then I’m set to destroy
I’m not talking ’bout Buzz or Woody, but that boy
Be like a vibrator; he gon’ get wet from the toy
I’m a voodoo doll with a voodoo doll
I don’t care who’s who, I’mma shoot you all
Three murders committed. You surprised when I slash, b!tch?
Cut his phone line; he don’t know who to call
B!tch, I’m Charles Lee Ray in the flesh and the plastic
Gash at his face, now we matching
I know I’m designed for people under 21, but I’m still a fu*king Savage
Think outside the box but I came from a package
Stay with a gat in my fabric
Overalls strapped, I ain’t lacking
Knife as a hand, I stay packing even when they hitting they attacks
I be back with some amulet magic
B!tch, I got a ride-or-die bride at my side
When we slide, we looking like Bonnie Clyde
That boy gonna get assaulted, no batteries required
That boy tryna Play with me; do I look like a Child?

[Verse 4: Pennywise (Freshy Kanal)]
Beep-beep; it’s your fever dream
You know the beast’s unleashed and getting rereleased
Kid, you don’t wanna see what this creature eats
‘Cuz it’s you when I’m popping out the theatre screen
Big teeth are making a town nervous
‘Cuz big me went over the ground’s surface
Hospitals are part of a clown’s service
Stacking all the bodies in water; I’m crowd surfing
Stay to float with the nosy carny
Let me take control and I will show you parties
That will break your soul. You can’t mourn to m*mmy
When I make you fold like your paper boat origami
Your death has been chosen!
I’ve been starved, malnourished, broken
And I won’t stop acting as poltergeist
‘Til your heart’s splattering open
Pop your fam like pop-pop-popcorn
They’re kicking the bucket, your pop’s credits are rolling
Live on the cusp of causing harm; quips off the cuff
Like Georgie’s arm! God damn, I’m just joking!

[Verse 5: Leatherface (Politicess)]
I mean, Simon said stay in silence, steady on ’em
Get the cam. Clik clik, hammer blam
Fam’ work for ‘lluminati bands
While you dropping tools. Who we chasing, Gramps?
Damn, off the wall plans planted posse
Peep the logo; Vans, hooks cleaned, advanced
Beast barging through the lands. Dog’ll pull the strings
And switch it up; see the Chainsaw, Man
Y’all dummy brains stay Michael Bay baked
Off their heads, Queen’ll cook their hearts
Who’s that? Sawyers ain’t look the part?
Bubba swapping faces; fools playing cards
March into home, try’na pull chain
See the bones hang of every foe slayed
Still a nice guy, so I’ll ice lame
Put ’em in a box ’til he pop case
Bro’s switching every part; he ain’t pass a piece
Knew it from the start, Top Chopping fiends
Break through the glass, still ain’t past the scene
Say it with me now: Saw’s your family

[Verse 6: Norman Bates (Drip)]
You ain’t staying in a regular dorm
I got several forms, from horrible to adorable
Taxidermy; my old life isn’t restorable
When I go and grab this knife, it’s not ignorable
Mother’s hands course through every action
I act cordial until I have to enact torture
Norman got me acting up and it’s abnormal
Every slash forceful; send me back to the courtroom
Wouldn’t harm a fly, but we all go
A little bit mad sometimes, I resort to killing
I got a trio in my head saying, “We ain’t finished”
And, like me, I’m ’bout to three-way split ’em
And I don’t need no pity. We in the motel and she goes missing
When I’m slaying, I cosplay her ‘cuz she’s so pretty
I got a hobby of stuffing and I don’t need no living around
Sixties killer; you getting six feet into the ground
Alan is sending me back, sensing me living in town
Scent of the syrup is in the shower; I’m rinsing it down
Scene is getting gory; grabbing Gloria, letting her drown
Label me as sick, but I ain’t letting it get to me now

[Pre-verse: Garbage Gothic and The Kevin Bennett]
Hello?
Do you like scary movies?
Sorry, can you repeat that please?

[Verse 7: Ghostface (The Kevin Bennett)]
I know that you Alone at Home
No Macauley, so when I call over the phon
et a hold of it in the moment; I don’t wait for the tone
A pick-up trivia game you gonna play with the host
Better hope that you know the horror the most
It’s the only category. This cat gory. The ghost
Gonna get you if you answer inaccurate; don’t be hanging up
Or I’m hanging you, gutted, by the branch of an oak (Ye)
On the patio, by the pool; it be in-ground
Got him in a pool, it be bloody; now he be in ground
You could never stomach me, I’mma leave you disemboweled
I be killing a kid, I’m going to S.I.D.S now
I’m Leatherface with a mix of Jason and Bates
No escape, but in case he run, I’ll take him up on a chase
A kill he’s capable of; he disable ’em by the legs
And Drew blood; they had to go Bury-more in the grave
Scarlet on the carpet; I charge at ’em with a sharpened tip
And carve into his cartilage, couldn’t start up his car engine
Every time I call and collect a body, it’s never toll-free
Because these bells toll when I start to ring

[Verse 8: Pinhead (Connor Quest!)]
Ethereal sent from ephemeral plains
Immaterial essence lamenting in rage
A cheerful expression when tethered in chains
Come peer at the vessel of pleasure and pain
To be Frank, there’s no reprieve granted
Holy hands preach to woe the priest’s anguish
Demons believed but we may be perceived
As an Angel approaching, coated deep sanguine (Rah!)
Some cuss in disgust; it’s repugnant (Rah!)
Some lust for this drug and they love this (Rah!)
Oh, their suffering’s the fun bit
Ecstacy dust, blood gushes as much as it rushes
Agony awaits amid wails and erotics
Chastity defamed, figure flailed and garrotted
Avarice escapes twisted jails that you’re locked in
Cannot pin the blame with the nails in your coffin
Huffs of air; a moan, a gasp
A hundred years’ a moment passed
We’ll hunt you near and low and far
And come to tear your soul apart

[Verse 9: Hannibal Lecter (LittleFlecks)]
No, no, no
Established a cypher, then lined it with insolent words
Quid pro quo
You hand me the mic and I’ll give you a verse
I’m the great Picasso of fileting a backbone
Your remains, I’m brandishing to paint a canvas
To face off with Hannibal’s a no-brainer, as in
I take it out to make you your own cranium sandwich
If a stranger sat down at my table and had
Then displayed a blatant lack of basic table manners
That behaviour’s rancid but the taste is lavish
After I lay the man on top the table, plattered
I’ve been feeding on this beat and I will end on the organs
I guess you are just what you eat; I’m instrumental to Crawford
My minds a wealth to reporters and yours is seldom important
But yours, I’ll feast on with some beans until I’m dreadfully thought-full
Let Lecter lecture lessers who could never contend
On how I break out bars with ease when I am left with a pen
If you’re a c*nt, I have the feeling, I can tell from the scent
I’ll keep you hung up from the ceiling ’til you covet the end

[Verse 10: Michael Myers (TheManBeHisLa)]
Stalking ’em, watch through the frame
When you hear the knocking, you will not get away
Only thing I’m offering: awful lot of pain
Oh, it’s got me walking like a moth to a flame
When you see me darting across, darken the shades
Don’t end up a target but, oh god, it’s too late
Sick of all this hawk tuah gawk, chop it away
Chalking ’em up, all I know is drawing the blade
Top of the game, let their bodies rot and decay
Not with the Doctor, I get him brought to the grave
Nothing tossed at him’s stopping the Shape
Bet I been a boss and they all know my name!
So, who want it with Michael Myers? Slide with a knife and a mic
Might arrive to light fires, slice ’em or siphon their life
Time is nigh to die. Try surviving the night with him, I’m wired
Firefighters made to serve more deserving of my ire
I spy her pathetically crawl out of my sight
Leave ’em dead by the day if they call for the pipe
Running through, I’m carving the knife. Wonder who?
Buddy, you’ve been fu*king with the hard-body, tall, silent type
Now, go get her! Stone-cold killer, emotionless, so bitter
Going for the throat, ask what I know ’bout the clothes hanger
Mow ’em through, the most iller. Who’s filling the role of villainous
Horror G.O.A.T? Know there is no need to consider
No, he’s evil incarnate; I leave a scene in the carnage
Ain’t see tomorrow thinking they’re beating a Being this Heartless
I clip it, feed ’em the Ninomae Ina’Nis Cartridge
It’s Halloween in the streets and I’ll see complete what I started