Do The Bruce Cambell

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 bits 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

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 'til 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 hote

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 part 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