Lyrics
DZK - House of Horrors
beat: Sho-Down of Rockit Productions
based on the movie "House of 1000 Corpses" by Rob Zombie
[verse]:[1]
I was born in an empty forest
into a family that's simply morbid
when it's stormy and pouring torrents
we lure tourists for sport, to our porch and force em
inside, after we shoot the tires on their ford
four doors and drive up beside by em, reporting
that there ain't a line for miles, they reply, "of course"
so we invite em, smiling, for a ride up north
and they always seem surprised when our phone is cordless
cuz when I say "cordless" I mean the cords snipped,
so they won't ever report this to authorities
that's when I hit em with a board and lift
'em up and move 'em, into special rooms for torture
that's when the story begins to take form and
we stick to a formula, I get the chicks
my sister gets the boys and my dad gets their skin
[hook]:[2x]
welcome to the House of Horrors
welcome to the house of a thousand corpses
welcome into Hell, now I'll be your king
yell all you want, they won't hear you scream
[verse]:[2]
my basement is a place of great death and pain
the fragrance of blood stains and sweat hangs
along with wet, rusted chains and cuffs aimed
to restrain my subjects as I cut their brains
from their heads, my bedroom is more of the same
you could call it a "dead room", cuz corpses lay
on the floor arranged facing in abnormal ways
so the eyes of my victims are both pointed straight
at the bed that I sleep in, they watch me lay
my back-yards a maze, of trees and graves
that's as hard to navigate in the darkness or day
so even if you escape, you aint hard to trace
sh** , my kitchens even sicker, open the fridge up
you can get a whiff of what I did to six sluts
plus a bunch of tubs, of muscle tissue and puss
just because my mother loves cooking the stuff up
[hook]:[2]
[verse]:[3]
my fam are cannibals who view man as an animal
fans of stewed hand and mandible soup, planning to
slam a new axe into your bread-basket and scoop the goo
from your thorax like Hannibal would do
my dad makes shoes from the feet of nude teens
he says it helps him "run like a youngin'" and he seems
to think it's f*** ing funny when he stencils
the nike symbol on the side and starts running... dad, it's not funny
my sister is my princess, she's hot, says my father
but he's not to into incest, [what?] she's my daughter
my brother has some mental problems, he's a savage
so we had to lock him in the attic, we feed him rats
and stray cats, and save the maggots, from the cadavers
cuz he loves the way they spray, when he takes a bite out of 'em
one time my cousin got mad at him and threw gas at him
lit a match and passed it to him, just so we could laugh at him
[hook]:[3]
[verse]:[4]
there's nothin' I enjoy more than checking my laboratory
and findin' a young boy or girl, begging for me
to let em go, I make 'em take their clothes off slowly
and record it so I can really examine them closely
searchin, for any tiny imperfection that irks me
any blemishes I find, I'm most certainly burning
with my lighter or carving up with a knife like I'm a surgeon
workin on patients but if you're amazingly perfect
I may just stop the tape, and have my way with you, baby
maybe raping you for days, breaking you, tasting you, maybe
if you do what I say, then I'll just send you on yer way
ahhhh, sh** , who am I kidding? you'll just end up slain
like the rest of em, in seconds before it even registers
I'll be squeezing the breath from your neck again,
I never let whether a kid is dead or living interrupt the erection
I'm getting, so, go ahead and keep kicking, it's sexy, I dig it
[hook]:[4]
[verse]:[5]
I remember the last group to come in our world
there were two huge guys and two beautiful girls
we used the ol' "shoot-the-tire-trick" to get em inside
but wood wouldn't work this time, I hit-em with a pipe
made of
Straight sadistic...