Psycho House

horrorcore rap metal, dark underground hip-hop, nu-metal

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[Verse 1]
Step right up, don't look behind your back,
'Cause if you turn around, you'll miss the midnight attack!
A psycho's crawling low, right beneath your feet,
Sneaking up to bite your toes off on the street!
You gotta time your leap, you gotta hit the floor,
Watch the blades spinning right outside the door!
Jump across the pit before the gears chop your toes,
Deeper in the house, God only knows!

[Chorus]
Come on in, welcome to this Psycho House!
Don't be scared, we got games that'll leave you laughing...
Oh, sorry I mean screaming!
So walk in and have some fun with us,
Ringmaster'll tell you the rules:
We only have one... that is, try not to die! HAHAHAHA!

[Verse 2]
Run, run away, don't look away,
'Cause where you came in isn't the exit today!
You better try heading here, look at you, you're thirsty—
Go on, take a drink of this Cool-Aid, it's trusty.
You wanna know why it tastes kind of funny?
Oh, that's because it's a bloody-red flavor, honey!
Now watch you start puking it out on the floor,
While I'm laughing like a psycho motherfucker, yeah, just like the Joker,
Telling a joke right before it's all over!
'Cause before you know it, the Fire Master spits fireballs at you,
Making you sprint right into the funhouse of mirrors, breaking right through!
The mirrors twist your reflection, showing you the truth—
Everything you tried to hide and deny with a tooth,
Forcing you to see the blood right on your hands,
The sins you committed for your "greater good" plans!

[Verse 3]
But wait—look past the smoke, look past the shed,
There’s a door with a sign saying "Living, Not Dead."
Could it be? Is there a way out of this hell?
A crack of real sunlight, breaking the spell!
Just push through the thickets, leave the circus behind,
Redemption is waiting, peace you can find!
Just one final step through that bright open gate...

[Bridge]
*(Music cuts out completely to a chilling, dead silence. Just a soft ticking clock or music box winding down)*
...Too bad.
The door was painted on a solid concrete wall.
There is no way out.
There never was.
*(Chainsaw revs up deafeningly loud, heavy guitars and drums explode back in)*

[Outro Chorus]
*(Ringmaster Sicko cackling over the heavy distortion)*
Look at you crawling back to where you started!
Come on in, welcome to this Psycho House!
Don't be scared, we got games that'll leave you screaming!
There's no fun left, the exit's a lie,
Ringmaster's final rule: EVERYBODY DIES! HAHAHAHA!
*(Chaotic carnival music crashing and burning into static)*

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[Intro] *(Distorted, weeping circus calliope fades into a slow, heavy industrial heartbeat)* Come on in... if you fucking dare. But you better duck your head right now... Or my clowns'll take it clean off your shoulders bare! *(Sub-bass drop shakes the floor)* [Verse 1] Step right up, don't look behind your back, 'Cause if you turn around, you'll miss the midnight attack! A psycho's crawling low, right beneath your feet, Sneaking up to bite your toes off on the street! You gotta time your leap, you gotta hit the floor, Watch the blades spinning right outside the door! Jump across the pit before the gears chop your toes, Deeper in the house, God only knows! [Chorus] Come on in, welcome to this Psycho House! Don't be scared, we got games that'll leave you laughing... Oh, sorry I mean screaming! So walk in and have some fun with us, Ringmaster'll tell you the rules: We only have one... that is, try not to die! HAHAHAHA! [Verse 2] Run, run away, don't look away, 'Cause where you came in isn't the exit today! You better try heading here, look at you, you're thirsty— Go on, take a drink of this Cool-Aid, it's trusty. You wanna know why it tastes kind of funny? Oh, that's because it's a bloody-red flavor, honey! Now watch you start puking it out on the floor, While I'm laughing like a psycho motherfucker, yeah, just like the Joker, Telling a joke right before it's all over! 'Cause before you know it, the Fire Master spits fireballs at you, Making you sprint right into the funhouse of mirrors, breaking right through! The mirrors twist your reflection, showing you the truth— Everything you tried to hide and deny with a tooth, Forcing you to see the blood right on your hands, The sins you committed for your "greater good" plans! [Chorus] Come on in, welcome to this Psycho House! Don't be scared, we got games that'll leave you laughing... Oh, sorry I mean screaming! So walk in and have some fun with us, Ringmaster'll tell you the rules: We only have one... that is, try not to die! HAHAHAHA! [Verse 3] But wait—look past the smoke, look past the shed, There’s a door with a sign saying "Living, Not Dead." Could it be? Is there a way out of this hell? A crack of real sunlight, breaking the spell! Just push through the thickets, leave the circus behind, Redemption is waiting, peace you can find! Just one final step through that bright open gate... [Bridge] *(Music cuts out completely to a chilling, dead silence. Just a soft ticking clock or music box winding down)* ...Too bad. The door was painted on a solid concrete wall. There is no way out. There never was. *(Chainsaw revs up deafeningly loud, heavy guitars and drums explode back in)* [Outro Chorus] *(Ringmaster Sicko cackling over the heavy distortion)* Look at you crawling back to where you started! Come on in, welcome to this Psycho House! Don't be scared, we got games that'll leave you screaming! There's no fun left, the exit's a lie, Ringmaster's final rule: EVERYBODY DIES! HAHAHAHA! *(Chaotic carnival music crashing and burning into static)*

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