seeking bust - PORCELAIN (1.6)

Hangin' from the trees
With my porcelain owl mask
Dead British knights
With a porcelain liquor flask

Seekin' Bust 365
You are in our territory
Creepin' through the Bust Creek
Wendigos are getting hungry

Cabin in the woods
Call the motherfucking park rangers
Campaign covers on the stakes
Mark the danger

Turn back now
If you wish to see the light of day
The fire axe, the scythe
They're craving Bossist blood today

Burger King, Dairy Queen,
Where were your parents last seen?
Far away from home
Young Bossist-in-training

The C.E.O. can't help you now
You are in the forest's hands
3 AM
Hear the crinkle of the Fanta cans

Corpses dangling
From the age-old meat hooks
All your friends among the dead
From your yearbooks

Cry the Porcelain Owl
A fuckin' ocean
No Necronomicon
Will stop the G'ist locomotion

Investigation
Discovery
48 hours
'Til the state troopers find your body

A&W, Mug, Barq's
Boylent
From the Mojave Desert
The Worm has been sent

Tie wearin', shoe shinin'
Bossist bitches
Bass baskin' at the bottom of the barrel
In the back woods

Bakin' all the bastards
That don't ride with Gerry
Porcelain Owl
Victims rest beneath the daisies

Fuck about a bag of barbecue Ruffles

Unhealthy last meal
Make that bitch count
SKINCARVER, Porcelain Owl
Lurkin' out

Hangin' from the trees
With my porcelain owl mask
Dead British knights
With a porcelain liquor flask

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