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I'm a catalyst from accident to adequate
Horror stories bore me so I turned them into allegories
Bury you no ones mourning by the mourning guess you

Let the horrors unfold
Now the stories been told
When you start to feel cold
That's when you know
You know
That the curtain will be drawn
Don't even

Oh, on that night I had came from a
Party on 3rd Avenue with some friends
And I was going home and that's when
I was stopped by police officers

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C’t’une question d’algorithme
C’est tannant mais c’est d’même ça marche
Pour toi c’t’une

unfazed so I'm really unbothered
I regret it but never said sorry
Let's tell you a bit bout my story
I'm real different
You can't tell by my aura
I grew up

through these likes, what is the purpose
Please show me your story, I know that you’re hurting
But, I’m a living contradiction tryna save these kids their

Now that I've laid out my horror stories
Time to cook like Dexter in laboratories
When my pen presses paper it gets black and gory
More heat than

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I swoop (Swoop) into tracks (Tracks) long naps then rap horrors
Woke to a text from my ex that said “call her”
Flow smooth as jazz (Jazz)

running out of time
Get away get away get away
Tonight

A neon color shine veneer
With horror stories underneath
The lie is bursting at the seams
It's just

like I'm stuck in a horror story that is never ending cuz we share the same thoughts But mine are only rented
Even though I'm in my body I am never

My Horror stories dropped a sequel
I use my pen to inject the people
That's a needle for your cerebral
A high that's way too fucking lethal
I filled my

For a float
Attached A white Flag
To it and started Floating
Sailing while selling
Never to surrender
The Stories that i'm sharing
I look back n'

eye vision is broke
We lifted from smoke and floating, that's how I got my aura open
Check the horoscopes, though you could say I'm horror scoping
You

how things go

His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
(Turn it up son!)

From Looptroop his

There's an old horror film named
Eaten Alive which is very grim.
About a man who fed his guests to his pet gator
who lived in a pool by the Inn
This

draped in a saree like Saraswati
To make a long story short, I caught a body
This carajito couldn't embody what I embody
He rubs shoulders with Stalin like

types of horror
Never caught up in that bullshit
Divide and conquer
Riding for my homies means I’ll
Probably die a monster
I’m a certified mobster, La

the get it boys survive this Hunna horror story

Escaping the Alter

Betrayal

Renaissance by Death

the feast

I can't express the horrors
And sadness of this place
As hell itself is visiting
Through a five pointed star

I hear chanting sung by demons

Still in the Dark

Nightingale

I

2000

the horror in his eyes, his story isn't far from mine

We don't know where to run
Oh, we don't know where to go from here
We don't know right from wrong

Young Ned of the Hill

The Tossers

Communication & Conviction: Last Seven Years

2001

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate

You Can't Stop It

Vengeance Rising

Destruction Comes

1991

story line, from Greek mythology
As deceptive hypocrite fallen angels, would have you to believe
We have the fact's, in light that truly darkness has