Torcher Test ft. Dirtee Deegs & CRUX Lyrics

Michael Myers, with a knife and a mask

Crawling out the attic, like a blast from the past

I'm taking out the trash, momma watchin M.A.S.H.

Houses on the left, like the last.

Vampire weekend like the boys of the lost

Can't catch a horrorboy, your life it will cost

Heading out

To the cabin in the woods

Villains, chilling, we up to no good

Young Freddy

In your dreams

Always 13th, Jason Voorhees

Blood shed, so low-key

Young Custard, always rolling

I might be comatose, or at least I suppose

I just doubled the dose

Pinky rings on my toes, ten down with my nose

Cocaine jam on my toast, in a league of my own

Yuh

Extraordinary, super scary, might turn into Carrie

And stab pulmonary with serrated machete

See

See blood shed like confetti

Fuel unleaded, heads roll when I let em

Gone bowling with devils, three strikes with the shovel

You turkeys get several, you in a new level

Six feet under the desert