Norm's mean crazy, he plays lady, scream-ness by his hand,
Bleary eyed, violent, vile, so scary a manic man.
Halloween yeah, the Psycho scene stir, trancing movie fans,
And now is him, she? poor boy's dizzy, hiding lancer near night stand.

He just freaks, tricks out those sweets,
Renting billets out, he's odd.
Learning craft, of thrust lance,
He drew his shard now she's been had.

This necro-man, he takes a scan,
Within his emporium.
Shower's on, she slings her thong,
The worst we know is soon to come.

But oh, how he feels the zeal,
Spying here he's so damn near.
Blood'll spew and quite severely,
Hears mom say, off me, coldly.

Holy closure necromancer,
Turned her headlights out in high craze.
Slay 'em down near pleats of linen,
Worked to frenzy in a daze.

Now you've hosed her hiding lancer,
Dim the nightlights in the hallway.
Lay her down in peat moss basin,
Best get busy, 'fore it's day.

View scene shady, motel lady, scream-fest is the plan,
Pretties die, violent style, so hairy this frantic man.
Mom's a screamer, and you must be her, lancing on command,
My mom gets in me, always whipped me, tiny cancer turned le grande.

But oh, how a kill does feel,
Dying here this poor sweet dear.
Owning you is how you fear me,
You were slayed awfully, slowly.

Deadly hoster, inn-keep lancer,
Scout those headlights on the driveway.
Please sleep sound, so sweet our linen,
Our bath has misty shower spray.

Holy poser necromancer,
Mount your ad light 'long the highway.
Prey comes 'round, deceive these women,
Your pad's no busy place to stay.