King Of Horrorcore
Lo Key Lyrics


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Nod your head to thy king of horrorcore!

They tried their best to erase me
I don't think so, put a blade where your brain be
I don't need help, yo it's too late to save me
Praised and insane, I pray to hell daily
All who oppose get chained in my basement
Finally a new specimen for me to PLAY with
Oh how I call for the screams of a fake bitch
Fake tits, dripping blood, red to the pavement
Ey, yo this bottle of Colada
Is the only fucking reason that your body ain't a condiment
That's sitting in a zip-lock bag inside a freezer door
Kill cause I can, what the fuck I need a reason for?
Soaked it in gas and then I lit the MATCH slowly
Making yourself at home, now you finally get to know me
And when you get the hell, listen for the name Lo Key

Make way for the king

Listen here bitch

Yo, obey the ghost in the darkness slut
Otherwise you'll be chillin' in the garbage dump
With a carved up gut, and the seven on your forehead
Cut off your legs, leave em on your momma doorstep
Huh, act like you never heard of me
Burning up every verb that I've heard of and now usurping me
Making you say "Lo Key is the illest" is no concern to me
I got to stab you through your speaker and make you worship me

Make way for the king!

I'm the type of person to murder your neck purposely
Earn your respect? Fuck you, I open the flesh vertically
Yes I confess, I love painting the room burgundy
Holes in your chest, surgery, serving it for eternity
I turn the lawn mower upside down and rev it on stage
Right in front of the crowd
Any hoes, if you can hear this sound
Then lower Lo Key haters in the place like (blaow!)
Fuck the scene, fuck the dream, fuck your scheming ass
As your spinal fluid seep into my demon mask
I don't even need a mask, hoodie up, creepin past
Hooked up, hearin' last, now I got you in my grasp





Make way for the king
(Make way for the king!)

Overall Meaning

In "King of Horrorcore" by Lo Key, the rapper presents himself as the undisputed king of horrorcore rap. The song is unapologetically violent and disturbing, filled with graphic descriptions of murder, torture, and other macabre themes. The chorus implores the listener to nod their head in deference to the king of horrorcore, setting the tone for the rest of the track.


Lo Key begins by proclaiming that his enemies have tried and failed to erase him, and that he revels in his twisted nature. He boasts of keeping victims chained in his basement and playing with them like "specimens," relishing their screams of pain. He also references his fondness for drugs and alcohol, suggesting that they fuel his madness.


In the second verse, Lo Key takes on a more confrontational tone, warning potential challengers to his throne that they will meet a gruesome end. He threatens to leave victims' mutilated bodies on their loved ones' doorstep, and boasts that he can make even his enemies "worship" him through fear. He also speaks openly of his love for violence, describing how he enjoys carving up his victims and painting the room "burgundy."


Overall, "King of Horrorcore" is a brutal, uncompromising track that is sure to leave a strong impression on anyone who listens to it.


Line by Line Meaning

Nod your head to thy king of horrorcore!
Acknowledge and pay respect to the artist who invented and dominates the genre of horrorcore music.


They tried their best to erase me
Some people attempted to remove the artist from the music industry, but failed.


I don't think so, put a blade where your brain be
The artist is not accepting attempts to eliminate them and will use violence to defend themselves.


I don't need help, yo it's too late to save me
The artist is beyond redemption and refuses to be saved or helped.


Praised and insane, I pray to hell daily
The artist is a worshipper and follower of Satan, and is both revered and crazy at the same time.


All who oppose get chained in my basement
Those who go against the artist will be forcefully kept captive by them.


Finally a new specimen for me to PLAY with
The artist is excited to have a new captive to torture and experiment with.


Oh how I call for the screams of a fake bitch
The artist enjoys hearing the screams of someone they consider to be a fake or phony person.


Fake tits, dripping blood, red to the pavement
The artist is describing a gory scene involving someone with fake breasts bleeding and lying on the ground.


Ey, yo this bottle of Colada
The artist is mentioning a bottle of Pina Colada, which might contain drugs or alcohol.


Is the only fucking reason that your body ain't a condiment
The only reason the captive is still alive is because the artist has consumed substances which have dulled their urge to kill.


That's sitting in a zip-lock bag inside a freezer door
The artist has previously killed someone and their remains are stored in a freezer.


Kill cause I can, what the fuck I need a reason for?
The artist will kill people simply because they have the power to, and does not require any justification for their actions.


Soaked it in gas and then I lit the MATCH slowly
The artist sets things on fire as a way of causing destruction and chaos.


Making yourself at home, now you finally get to know me
The captive is now cozy in the basement, and will get to know the artist much better through torture and experimentation.


Listen for the name Lo Key once you get the hell out
The artist wants their captive to know their name so that they'll fear and remember them even after they escape.


Make way for the king
The artist, as the originator of the horrorcore genre, should be revered and respected as a king among their peers.


Listen here bitch
The artist is addressing someone, using a derogatory term, to assert their authority and dominance.


Yo, obey the ghost in the darkness slut
The artist is calling themselves a ghost, and demands obedience from someone they consider to be of low moral character.


Otherwise you'll be chillin' in the garbage dump
If the person doesn't obey, they will be thrown away like garbage.


With a carved up gut, and the seven on your forehead
The artist will mutilate the captive's body and carve a mark on their forehead to indicate their connection with the artist.


Cut off your legs, leave em on your momma doorstep
The artist will dismember the captive and leave their legs as a message to their mother.


Huh, act like you never heard of me
The artist is frustrated that some people have not yet heard of them and their music.


Burning up every verb that I've heard of and now usurping me
The artist is taking over the rap game and outshining other rappers with their powerful lyrics.


Making you say 'Lo Key is the illest' is no concern to me
The artist doesn't care if people appreciate their music or not - they will continue to create and dominate.


I got to stab you through your speaker and make you worship me
The artist wants to be so influential that fans will worship them, even if it means getting physically hurt in the process.


I'm the type of person to murder your neck purposely
The artist is the kind of person who will murder intentionally and with precision.


Earn your respect? Fuck you, I open the flesh vertically
The artist doesn't care about earning respect - they are violent and will cut open skin in order to inflict pain and fear.


Yes I confess, I love painting the room burgundy
The artist confesses to enjoying gory violence and causing bloody messes.


Holes in your chest, surgery, serving it for eternity
The artist will create holes in someone's chest through surgery and use their body parts for experimentation and torture indefinitely.


I turn the lawn mower upside down and rev it on stage
The artist is willing to use unconventional methods to shock and entertain their audience, such as turning a lawn mower upside down and turning it on during a performance.


Right in front of the crowd
This shocking performance will happen in full view of the audience.


Any hoes, if you can hear this sound
The artist is calling out to any women in the audience.


Then lower Lo Key haters in the place like (blaow!)
The artist is telling any haters in the crowd to back off or they will be hurt.


Fuck the scene, fuck the dream, fuck your scheming ass
The artist doesn't care about the mainstream music industry, the dreams of other rappers, or anyone else's plans or schemes.


As your spinal fluid seep into my demon mask
The artist will hurt and kill others, and take pleasure in collecting their bodily fluids as trophies.


I don't even need a mask, hoodie up, creepin past
The artist doesn't always need a physical mask - they can stay disguised and blend in with an audience, still causing harm and destruction.


Hooked up, hearin' last, now I got you in my grasp
The artist has successfully trapped someone and will torture them until their final moments, enjoying the power and control they have over their captive.




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Comments from YouTube:

@johnsullivan937

i got to see this live in austin back in 13 i think. he got caught up in traffic and showed up at about 1:30 and even though a lot of people left he put on a badass show for like 20-30 people. it was so cool. was like a private party with horrorcore playing. you are the shit lo key. that was one of the best nights of my life

@trippycottonballhippie1832

You sir are lucky

@malaltherenegadegod

Damn bruh that is totally siiiick. And bad af! Fuck yeah! Just hearing about pumps me up.

@trippycottonballhippie7064

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@Tomatism27

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@rajbagi2002

@@trippycottonballhippie7064 Go enter forgot password give verifitation and get it bak bruh!

@TheViston

Respect From Poland

@itsliightz

oh hello favourite rival of flatout :)

@Maic1306

JACK BENTON Cause Poland loves horrorcore 🤘

@filmynavideoidvd2921

Poland cause cancer

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