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king gordy - the horrorshow lyrics

i welcome you to a room full of blood and intestines.
love and rejection.
son i’m a reverend.
yelling there is no heaven and little helen,
is gonna suck kevin’s d-ck, she is eleven.
kevin is thirty-seven, molesting helen until she wets the bed.
now get ready for the beheading.
then i’ll head west and shave my face and chest and head and hope that n-body notice me.
hopefully john walsh is a dead man.
wanted by america.
hungry and i’m scared as f-ck.
hit a rural area, find a family and bury em.
but the daughter got away, you know what this could mean.
finally, chase a white blond b-tch through the wood scene.
like yes, you can lace up your left boot and let’s scoot.
your so cute and yet foolish, every move accepts useless.
you know your gonna fall.
why even try at all?
take her back to the cabin and eat her -ss until it’s gone.

hey what up juggalo?
welcome to the horrorshow!
you say you got some kush to roll?
well welcome to the horrorshow!
you say your girlfriend’s a hoe?
well bring her nasty -ss down to the horrorshow!
you said you never heard of king gordy before?
just buy you a ticket to the horrorshow!

i’m an anomaly, obviously probably involved in sodomy.
so logically i’m a be all that i can be aside of the -ssholes.
i pray they’ll pack your -ss with some gl-ss yo.
your girl want us to f-ck her fast though, with masks on.
holding a whip, blowing her sh-t out til we swolling her lips.
controlling her hips, nose broken and both of her ribs open.
we keep stroking, her hole is so soaking, wet.
i bet i broke it from hoboken to oakland.
i’m joking, i only want to cut her throat open.
then throw her off a boat and watch her float in the ocean.
murder or rape?
burger or steak?
you take the pick.
burn up your face.
turn into jason and shake a b-tch.
coming live from camp crystal lake, we’ll catch, kill, fillet.
your cap’s peeled today but i feel okay.
i’ve been shot a million times, thank god i’m still alive, disfigured but the mask conceals my face.

i’m an armed -ss-ssin, the last card’s to crash em.
i am causing panic, my flying saucer landed.
right in the midwest and yes i guess i am standing right on this kid’s chest, til this b-tch is near death.
i’m a have a great night at this cabaret right?
til i got in eight fights then i got my face sliced.
so i’m shooting up this cabaret twice.
this sat-rday’s quite violent, got to wiling on these f-got made dikes.
i ain’t lying, got to firing, let the magnum play dice.
gamble with your life, bullet will have em laying right.
in the middle of van dyk-, this ain’t no scary movie.
no hockey mask or knives, b-tch we carry uzi’s.
and there is no sequel, just blood on your clean clothes.
but no sneakers on, sorry my n-gg- but we keep those.
sh-t he’s froze, what’s he need some shoes on his feet for?
now bring on gordy with this gory -ss king show.

we want the horror!

- king gordy lyrics

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