Amish Noise - Creepin'
Its 3 amI hear a knock knock
Look thru my peephole & I'm pretty sure I see a cop
He says let us in, someone's been missing
And we'd like to ask a few questions
Maybe you can help relay some information
I said officer, I've been on vacation
For about a week or two, but if you had a picture
I just may be able to help you
Little did they know I had the body chopped up right below
Like a kilo of blow
Yeah I knew her
And I dumped whats left of her body into the closest sewer
Leftover bits
Threw them in the nearest ditch
Because I heard from a source that she was the snitch
Yeah she was telling, what I was doing
Next thing you know the body starts stewing
I'm cutting off pieces & chunks throw em in the chili
I'm gonna eat ya up, yeah it sounds kinda silly
But I get hungry, thinking about my actions
So I just grab an ax & start hacking, slashing
Chopping body parts including your heart
I pull it out cuz thats just where the sauce starts
I'm creeping & Im crawling
With the blood smeared on the wall I'm scrawling
Satanic, messages to
Everyone including you
I creep & I crawl
Smear blood on the wall
Leave a trail of intestines where I let the body fall
I collect what I need
To make my mask
Then I exit the scene to stay on task
Whats the next step?
Quiet as a mouse
Invading your house to duct tape your mouth shut
Cuz I don't want them
To hear your screams
From the window seams
Disturbing all of their sweet dreams
A waking nightmare
Its come to life
Now it is time to grab my sharpest knife and
Cut thru the flesh
Yes its a mess
There's blood all over yourself and all over my dress
Cuz im dressed up just like somebody's grandma
Running a hotel, out of an old tool shed
Littered with the bodies of the dead
Recently missing reported
They were stating, at the station
There was post-rigor mortis penetration
Videos on the web, yes you are dead,
And I'm right next to you sleeping with your severed head
We look really cute, so how bout that
Then I scalp your head to wear your hair like a hat
Cuz I creep and I crawl
Smear blood on the wall
That you're trapped inside I can hear you scratch and claw
But there's no escape
From your gruesome fate
As you hold the hand of death for your final date
And I'm hailing, and I'm nailing,
Your flesh to the wall and I'm failing
To leave any evidence
Cuz I used whats left of you as ingredients
Written by:
Edward Sheppard II
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