(Verse 1: Werewolf)

That's enough, that's enough, that's enough, that's enough

It cuts ya finger when you touch it and it feels rough

You're not tough, I'm tough

Get bitten by a killer moth

No love, no love, no love, no love

Do you hate the smell of bloody cloth?

I love that makes me laugh, something makes me laugh

That's ya blood as you cover ya mouth when you cough

Sleeping alone in the night before last

Ya blood gushes when I'm giving you a brain blast

You're so slow but not so fast

The nasty rappers got buried in the past

Stop! Or you'll eat the grass

I'll tear you apart if you ever fuss

I'll cut off ya tongue if you dare to cuss

The worms crawling on ya massive guts

If the god must, the devil must

Beating, butchering and eating their body parts

You'll be living with ya scars

I can't take this smell when my room is full of farts

Syphilitic pus and gore arts

The naked girl likes to smell the stinky cheese tarts

Don't corrupt my morbid thoughts

Dracula is biting off ya necks and spots

Evil hand and face was covered with black dots

Bus stops, buck shots

Sit down and listen to this, lots

Call the cops, I'll call the cops

Make ya ears bleed when the balloon pops

Goat zombie is feeding on the meat chops

It's time for you to smell my shoe when ya heart stops

It starts throbbing when ya blood clots

You're not allowed to smoke some pots

She loves me not, but thanks alot

You'll be drowning in the pig snot

Crying baby's vomiting blood all over the court

(Verse 2: Doorclosing)

Bloody nose and bleeding scalp

Blood soaked and tied up in a rope

Mix it all together for the taste of hope

I'm not a dope, so don't be a dope

Yep, nope, yep, nope

Now take a look at the telescope

Eyes closed, mouth soaped

So the things I wasn't coped with

(Verse 3: Werewolf)

Wolverine claws, bleeding marks

Nail in the severed face masks

Get bitten by the one rabid fox

And infected with the chicken pox

And chloroformed by my stinky socks

You will never escape from blocks and blocks

Go get crushed by some more hard rocks

Hammer, gun, and knife in his toolbox

(Verse 4: Doorclosing)

Tapeworms, maggots and spiders

I hope she's standing right behind us

The demon inside us, we'll get eyeless

Silent island, violent virus