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Haunted House Lyrics - Singles - House Of Krazees

Devils and ghouls on halloween the wicked shit is in your mind 

Enter my house my haunted house its only covered with dirt and grime 

Oh yes i think i feel a presence 

More dead bodies for me to add to my collection 

You know you done fucked up when you went to enter this evil place 

See me in the corner maulin on a dead face 

Oh shit i think my fuckin heads split 

In the dark throwin up blood and fuckin fingertips 

I got the gun its in my hand i hear the crys of pain 

Im insane about to blow out my brain 

Im right in front of you im right behind you 

Im bout to get you you cant see me im in my haunted house 

Comin to tell you this much damn you ought to leave 

The power that compels you still you wanna leave 

Knock on the door look out the window man i think im stuck 

Im bringin em in crackin em out trippin over what 

The blood i throat it all over lick it up off the walls 

The stench is comin from the bodies out in the hall 

Its dark your feelin thinkin that you got a light switch 

Clap on the lights come on you feelin on a dead bitches tit 

Drew some pictures up on the wall call it my fingerpaint 

Ghastly figures thinkin its me but it really aint 

I come form the back side in throught the night kid 

My house is scarrier than midnite on a hallows skid 

I lived here for years i lived here for fears 

I eat shit and die in this haunted house of krazees kids 

My dreams are real the try to kill me In my fuckin Home Sweet Home 

Its a haunted house its padded with flesh and bone 

My mind is gone so leave me alone the owl see 

A shakey basterd whos the master of death i eat 

The flesh and the bodies of my victims yes i frisk em 

And i make em and i stick em in the freezer for a treat 

Now dig them holes up dig them holes down in my cellar 

Put the guns all underground if you fuck around on my route 

I hear the shouts of the frightened little children throwin rocks at my house 

At my krazee house this old haunted house 

Are you remember?




Mutha

Artist: Extreme