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Andrew Robert MacFarlane Nielsen (born October 6, 1982) is an American rapper, known by his stage name MC Lars. He is the self-proclaimed originator of "post-punk laptop rap." He was one of the first underground rappers to sample and reference post-punk and emo bands. John Mayer has credited Lars with coining the phrase iGeneration referring to kids born between 1982-2000. He is the founder and CEO of the independent record label Horris Records. more »

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Lars: Wait what's that noise? YTCracker
Are those zombies?
YT: Zombies in the studio!
Lars: This is our horrorcore song because
It has zombies on it
YT: It sounds like a horrorcore song
Lars: You know who we should get on
This track to help us out?
YT: I'm thinking Zealous1 and
Schaffer the Darklord lars: Heck yeah!
YT: What should we call it Lars?
Lars: I think we should
Call it Bruce Campbell

Fresh from the cemetery
I'm a terrifying sight
With little bit's of bloody flesh
Stuck to my mic i will ruin you
Reduce you to a puddle where you stand
Once I tear into your torso with my cold
Dead hands blood, sweat and tears from
Your wounds start spewing
Fill a water bottle
Swallow all your bodily fluids
You are nailed to a wall
Full of holes like a dartboard
Still think you're hardcore? Bow
To your Darklord!
Splatter from the axe turns a blue shirt red
Severed head in a vise inside of my work shed
Deadheads get brains, Pinheads get chains
I annihilate you, then I violate your remains
You choked and you froze 'cause
You got so scared
Toss your body in the cellar
Hope you rot down there
Where upon your meat and screams
Awful goblins feed
Bleedat! But never mind the "at
" just bleed!

Get on the floor and do the Bruce Campbell
Get on the mic wax a chump like a candle
Four MC's we're more than you can handle
D-d-d-d do the Bruce Campbell

Get on the floor and do the Bruce Campbell
Get on the mic wax a chump like a candle
Four MC's we're more than you can handle
Protect your neck and do the Bruce Campbell

They need brains not the kind that you
Get in the back of a car
At the drive in but the kind
Where they're hiding in fear
Laid up in a creaky house
Where the people shout
Night of the living dead
Instead full moon rising
Their surprising every chick with
Their shirt torn off
Got an axe with the blade worn off
They roam in the shadows split their melon
I'm telling talking bout the zombies stalking
Victims with a stick ‘em up
Dead flesh rotten don't pick them up
On the side of the road
Or get yourself throwed
Become one of them and walk all slowed
On a quest for the
Grey matter nothing phatter
Than a mind like mine when the zombies dine

Get on the floor and do the Bruce Campbell
Get on the mic wax a chump like a candle
Four MC's we're more than you can handle
D-d-d-d do the Bruce Campbell

Get on the floor and do the Bruce Campbell
Get on the mic wax a chump like a candle
Four MC's we're more than you can handle
Protect your neck and do the Bruce Campbell

Back from the dead, got a bullet in my head
And 37 more from the buckshot spread
Suicidal thoughts like frost in your spine
The dragon won't sleep till
Your souls all mine
Cut the flesh, blood spillin will entice me
I promise when I carve my name
I'll do it very nicely
Precisely, show your ladies I'm
The best at this i got them screamin for the
Zealous as the sexorcist
Don't mess with this, you just can't hide
Ain't gonna stop till the knifes inside
Twist to the left, lemme see your eyes
Twist to the right, I wanna taste you die

I stalk MC's who are not believers
Make a microphone stand outta
Both their femurs
I love screamers, uh oh lets go
Gimme some sugar baby and
Do the Bruce Campbell

Jeffrey Dahmer, here's my story
You abhor me, you deplore me
Much too gory, violent glory
But this never would have happen
If you hadn't ignored me!
You laughed at me and my fat retainer
Now your son Stew is
Frozen in my refrigerator
If you'd just said hello when
I passed in the hall
I wouldn't be snacking on
Your dead boyfriend Paul
It's just another day at the Ambassador Hotel
Milwaukee's best travel bargain
Please ignore the smell
Shrunken heads severed limbs
I'm mad belligerent
Murderous cannibal, far from innocent
The Dahmer Dinner Party is the best it's true
And everywhere I go, I'll take a part of you
There's a key downstairs
And your name's on it
I'll get the stains out, you bring the comet

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