Shade Apollo, Cl!pped - Microphone Myers

Like I'm Michael Myers on a track
Feelin like it's Halloween
Like I'm Michael Myers on a track
Get knocked down, keep coming back
Once you see The Shape, your soul escape
Your vital signs go flat
Feelin like it's Halloween everyday
Draw more blood than a phlebotomist, every time I wield this blade

Like I'm Michael Myers on a track
Get knocked down, keep coming back
Once you see The Shape, your soul escape
Your vital signs go flat
Feelin like it's Halloween everyday
Draw more blood than a phlebotomist, every time I wield this blade

As of late, I'm down and feeling crazed
Inner evil builds, it motivates
Got my psyche caught up in a rage
Spiral further to the darkest maze
Trapped inside, I swear this ain't a phase
Stuck in here with all these fuckin lames
Tame my demons, keeping 'em at bay
Unleash 'em once you get up in my way
Rip out your fuckin soul and watch it levitate
RIP your crew, they turned to Heaven's Gate
Courtesy of me, who Hell won't even take
That blade gon' leave you doomed, I will not hesitate
You gon' end up on the news
Leave in a bodybag, then rot inside of a tomb
My favorite time of year, the worst time for you
Mask on with the blue jumpsuit
This a uniform, not a damn costume
The Boogeyman slowly approaching to a hood near you
Better say your prayers 'cause Halloween is coming soon
You better say your prayers 'cause Halloween is coming soon

Like I'm Michael Myers on a track
Get knocked down, keep coming back
Once you see The Shape, your soul escape
Your vital signs go flat
Feelin like it's Halloween everyday
Draw more blood than a phlebotomist, every time I wield this blade

Like I'm Michael Myers on a track
Get knocked down, keep coming back
Once you see The Shape, your soul escape
Your vital signs go flat
Feelin like it's Halloween everyday
Draw more blood than a phlebotomist, every time I wield this blade

Jack-o'-lanterns can't ward off this type of evil
No that ain't no William Shatner that you looking at through the peephole
That's evil incarnate and he loves killing people
Such a bad motherfucker, only Satan is my equal
You cannot keep me locked inside this cage
I can't be tamed, I will escape
Souls will float and bones will break
They losing track of all the corpses in my wake
I've far surpassed what you call hate
No tag backs when I touch you with the blade
You've never truly seen insane
Not a single shred of humanity left within my brain
They've tried to remove me from this plane
And every time they fail, the death toll begins to raise
Cross my path, get in my way, I promise you will not be saved
I'mma use your skull as decor for your Halloween display

Written by:
Eight Corpses, Shade Apollo

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