This is a song about "Shotty horror"

I won't ignore the horror that i know, but,

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Don't need no adorer, i'm like a horror

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

With banal homages my hate fueled horror sentiment of resentment

So ya im obssesd wit horror make you have dreams

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.