House Of Krazees - The Night They Kame Home album review
The House Of Krazees - The Night They Kame Home album was the most overlooked House Of Krazees album in all of their discography and catalog. This HOK album is underrated for sure. The album has that dark wicked horrorcore sound HOK is widely known for using. The album has horror themes such as the occult, supernatural, and insanity. There are supernatural themes that can be heard on this album as is the case with all of HOK’s albums. The Night They Kame Home was a solid sounding offering from the newly reformed HOK, but was ultimately rejected by fans who took issue with a House of Krazees album, minus Hektic and Mr. Bones.
There was HOK music after Jamie and Paul left. This HOK album is ROC with Skrapz when they had changed their names. The Night They Kame Home marked the return of ROC and served as ROC’s comeback. Skrapz was brought in to fulfill their contract. Jamie and Monoxide had left to form Twiztid as we all know and love today. The Night They Kame Home had an amazing chemistry despite the lack of Jamie’s and Monoxide’s presence. This may not be original the HOK but it’s still really good.
Now not many people know this but the original title of The Night They Kame Home was originally Season of the Pumpkin 2. Yet this did not happen as the album title used ended up being “The Night They Kame Home”.
This was because of timing. There was no way HOK could have had the album out by Halloween. That would have been a stale business move to keep the original name. And that would have also been inconsistent due to timing. As time came closer to the release of this new album, they decided to change the name to "The Night They Kame Home" which was in released February 1999. But you can still get that halloween feeling from the album due to being made with the intention of being "Season Of The Pumpkin 2".
That is why the title to their final album was changed from "Season of the Pumpkin 2" to "The Night They Kame Home". However The Night They Kame Home is sometimes referred to as “Season of the Pumpkin 2” by longtime HOK fans.
Jamie Madrox and Spaniolo left House of Krazees in 1997, due to conflicts with the group's manager and Latnem Records CEO, Walter Stepanenko. House Of Krazees still owed Latnem Records one more album due to their contract. Which is is how this album came about. ROC and Skrapz were having problems with Walter over finances. So they left the label, became Halfbreed, and formed the record label "Virus Independent".
Walter Stepananko complained a lot about not making enough money and referred to the House of Krazees as a "bad investment". For some reason, he just kept financing the recording of their music and paid them poorly despite having agreed to help finance their albums. Walter Stephanenko told them he knew much about the music industry. Making an album or even recording is not an easy job. At least back then it wasn’t. The ROC put in more work on this House Of Krazees album than anyone because he produced the songs.
The title track, The Night They Kame Home, marked the return of ROC. The song served as ROC’s comeback as well as HOK’s comeback. The song has that gritty horrorcore edge with numerous samples and unsettling synths. This is the night the killers came.
ROC is back again busting like glasses and killing by the masses. Still whupping asses within his raps. Open your eyes and realize he is back again. Still the same reign now with Skrapz locked up in the spin trick or treating. He plans to figure out how to take the world again world again like Michael Jordan. Sickles pop like toasters. Strike those that doubt the power of House Of Krazees!
Skrapz is creepin' out of his coma. Suckaz start runnin’. Blood stained from his head to his feet. He urges for screams. Moonlight gleam deep into her murderous eyes as he is out in the night. The same moonlight fireflies recognize. Recognize the emotions he has been keeping to unleash once again. He can smell the fear of the weak.
Adrenaline is one of their more aggressive angst ridden songs on the album which has a rougher edge than most of their songs. Skrapz explains how he performed a mass mutilation with kitchen utensils and is now on the run. Adrenaline is flowing through his veins as he performs a mass mutilation with kitchen utensils.
Skrapz is poking out his eyeballs with pencils. Outlining bodies with stencils. He performs a mass mutilation with kitchen utensils. He is krazee locked down up in his cell feasting on bread and water. Skrapz makes his escape. Somehow Skrapz fell and plunged into a bottomless pit. Now he is on the run after his escape.
Here is how he performs a mass mutilation with kitchen utensils. He beats the bodies until they bleed. A rolling pin is what he uses to tenderize the bodies. Then he bakes the bodies like pumpkin seeds. Next the brains are fried on a frying pan. The brains are fried like hard drugs.
Adrenaline is flowing through his veins as he performs a mass mutilation with kitchen utensils. He finds himself trippin' from half (1/2) of a bottle of Robitussin. Trails of blood lead to the chamber where he kept the bodies. He feeds off carnivore instincts. You know what I mean.
Then Skrapz disappeared like an illusion unseen to many. His blood lines contaminated minds. You'll never find traces of him unless they appear to the blind.
Here we go as House Of Krazees is crashing through the barricade Breaking the laws that anybody try to lay. The day has come.
Kome ‘N’ Get Me explains how much of a psychotic motherfucker Skrapz really is.
Psychotic, motherfucka! Skrapz is a psychotic motherfucker representing the House of Krazees. Banging off the chamber and painting the town red. He is talking to the voices in his head where he often sees visions and flashbacks.
He is covered in blood and when he closes his eyes he feels drugged inhaling monoxide like carbon or car fumes. He is destined to spend his whole life in a padded tomb because he is krazee. His girlfriend hates him while there’s a ton of other bitches who would die to date him, rape him, or degrade him. His own breath high and blood pressure got him going mad. How many souls has he taken?
They're coming to take Skrapz away. Skrapz prays that his mind will relax and time will lapse before he collapses. Dead bodies are everywhere like a murder parade.
Skrapz overdosed on hard drugs. He is foaming at the mouth while shaking. This resulted in a meltdown. The paramedics mistakingly diagnosed Skrapz with paranoia. But his insanities demanded of him to enjoy a dose of morphine to knock him out. No more nightmares The light scares the daylights of him. He wishes he was dead.
SOL (ROC) gave a death wish and locked him in the House of Krazees. Skrapz twitched and pounded upon the door of the rancid cell hearing screams echo. The chamber takes him to a recess. He would put a razor up against his wrist if they'd let him. He throws another tantrum that night.
Skrapz is going on a killing spree. Will somebody kill him? He is creeping down the hallway slow like a zombie. Police are right behind him with infrared lasers pointed at him. Skrapz is losing his mind going krazee. Skrapz finds himself doing 90 mph on Woodward Street going the wrong way. His shackles are broken in the process. The killers kame home is his anthem holding SOL for ransom until Unkle Kreepy is dead.
The song Season Of The Pumpkin Revisited had revisited their 1994 classic called Season Of The Pumpkin. Season Of The Pumpkin is a certified HOK classic which deals with the occult and the supernatural. The song explores what really goes down on the night of Halloween. Dark demented production is used throughout this song. The plot thickens in every track that HOK Lays down with their horrific thunderous sounds. The song uses a 16 measure break.
You don’t really know much about Halloween. Halloween and Hallow's Eve are just phrase for Devil's Night in the city of Detroit, Michigan. Everybody thinks that candy is to be received and given out. Little do they know Halloween is night of the witch's eve.
The time has come for the House of Krazees to now prepare to give this whole motherfucker a bloody scare by swinging the bloody battle axe. It’s time to wake the dead. Let them all know Hallow's Eve is coming. Bitches are mass murdered by the street light. Letting hell break loose on Hallow's eve. There is no chance to escape. Happy Halloween!
It’s the season for destroying your existence. The plot thickens in every track that HOK Lays down with their horrific thunderous sounds. Skrapz and ROC have been smashing pumpkins on stage and wreckin' the Detroit scene for years. Disperse the nonsense and fuck remising and premeditating a murder while y'all is out dissing. Supporting all the anger contaminating the veins. Screaming “HOK for life!”
The pumpkin patcher is back again. So identify yourself or be executed most disputed. Lights and eyes shine bright as pumpkins are being smashed on the floor. Pumpkins launch like rockets. Nothing can stop it. Not even the riot squad. A Jack-O-Lantern with no life eases the night time with a little breath. Over the rest while the pumpkin man sees your death.
Murder Murder Murder was a song HOK recorded in 1997. This is the original version which features The ROC. This was a fan favorite from back in the day. Murder Murder Murder has members of HOK plotting and executing murders. Murder Murder Murder was hidden bonus track on The Night They Kame album. ROC put his verse on this version. It’s the same song. Just with The ROC's verse at the end. Murder Murder Murder was also put out on the original Mostasteless.
Monoxide plans his escape. So he must leave the scene without a trace. He is looking dead in her face. But she does not see Monoxide as he goes unnoticed. He heads straight to her bedroom window for better focus. The door's unlocked so he lets himself in. He heads for her room with plans of murder and mayhem. He grabs the knife outta his belt and jabs it in her stomach again and again. And now she's screaming like he care.
But he could give a fuck less. Before she dies, he grabs her by her blood-soaked hair and tell her shit's gon' be alright on his end. Monoxide is glad it happened this way. Life goes on except for one less bitch. Ain't it a trip?
Murder murder murder murder. You never heard of redrum in reverse. Bodies in the hearse. Now your life's gone cuz we wanted you to die. Time to kiss your ass goodbye. Don't ask why.
The ROC has thoughts of contemplation of murder. It's like 2 ton monsters ready to exist with the flick of his wrist. Jail cells dangle in his head. He formulates a plan to kill people. He gathers his pistols and picks up some rope.
His mind soak with thoughts of close and dangers being lunged at him. White sheets are flung at him. He has to run. He checks for his gun for the last time because he might not be back. Ain't no turning back. His target is on site.
It’s ironic how Jamie Madrox got the dates mixed up in his verse. "It was Tuesday December 24, 97" Actually the 24th of December 1997 was on a Wednesday. So the date Jamie Madrox was inconsistent and incorrect.
It was Tuesday, December 24, 1997. The time on the clock was 1:11 in the afternoon. Jamie Madrox is thinking about sending somebody to heaven or the crossroads. The fate of a soul lies in his hands. He is wearing dark clothes while parked on the side street. Peeping out the scenery make sure nobody's seeing him as he moves to the trunk of the stolen car up to the back door with a crowbar. So far the plan's foolproof.
Jamie makes a call from the phone booth. However Jamie only got a message from the answering machine.
Nobody is on the scene. He kicks in the back door at 1:34. Looking for the family dog Thor. Jamie kicks him in the jaw with the work boots he wearing on his feet. He managed to knock a couple teeth loose.
Jamie smacks him in the mouth with his empty deuce deuce. Then smiles as he breaks his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile. Jamie never liked Thor since the day he tried to play him foul and tried to bite him. Jamie stabs a steak knife in Thor’s head. So much for that man's best friend.
Jamie is in the bedroom masturbating. Cumming on the sheets and pillowcases. Fuck that bitch. She's just a cunt. And her mother's nothing but a slut. He can't wait to seal her mouth shut. She returns home from work at 2:30 in the afternoon. She arrives in business attire wearing a tight nice blouse. She threw the keys onto the table. She didn't expect to see Mr. Bones. And she's reaching for the telephone to call the police. Jamie strangles her with the telephone cord. She is now deceased. He finger fucked her for demonstration in the process of her suffocation. Now she's dead in the closet. Hanging out with all the winter clothes. As Mr. Bones move to the bathroom to wash his hands. It's all part of the plan.
4/5****!
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House Of Krazees – Collectors Edition '97 album review
House Of Krazees – Collectors Edition '97 is a compilation album that was issued as a collectors edition which included 3 remix tracks not available anywhere else. Only around 900 copies of this album were ever pressed. The Collectors Edition '97 compilation album was issued on cassette only. This was the "Remix and Rewind" album. A so-called "best of" album. This album has their proclaimed "best songs" from all their past albums.
This album was bootlegged onto CD at one point. The Collectors Edition '97 is the only HOK album which was not officially issued in CD format. If you see this album on CD, then it is a bootleg. Walter was financing their music but he was not properly paying House Of Krazees for the music they recorded.
The album has that dark wicked horrorcore sound HOK is widely known for using. The album has horror themes such as the occult, supernatural, and insanity. There are supernatural themes that can be heard on this album as is the case with all of HOK’s albums. HOK uses a wicked combination of raw hip hop/rap and hard raw metal. Elements of electronic music are used also.
Home Sweet Home is about where the lunatics known as the House Of Krazees roam around. Home sweet home is the place where the lunatics roam. Now it's time for me to be lazy when chilling out in the home in the House Of Krazees.
The song has memorable lyrics in the chorus which are: “Home sweet home/The place where the lunatics roam/'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome” and “Home sweet home/The place where the lunatics roam” These lyrics are what made this song memorable among House Of Krazees fans. Home Sweet Home is a favorite among House Of Krazees fans.
The mack always stays true to the self. You need to put your wack shit back up on the shelf. Drop the dues and now you know them. But who knows them? Fuck around and catch two bullets to ya fucking chest. No one to be fucked with especially on no dumb shit.
Here is an example of some of their lyrics which represent the evil and chaotic behavior of what goes on in their “Home Sweet Home”.
'Cause I'm a mad man, nothing but the mad man
Fuck the mad man, lunatic, psycho, Son of Sam
Niggas think that they mack because they diss
Anymore more niggas diss, I'ma get pissed
And drop a voodoo hex on that ass
Feel my wrath, burning suckers with the glass
Let the black magic get me by
I make the evil rain fall from the bright sunny sky
Know as a fucker, but please don't test
Fuck around and catch two to ya fucking chest
Packing the chrome, to ya dome, the only way out
Just a matter of time before the bullshit will play out
Ride the wave of a new breed
You suckers should take heed, I'm belting like a stampede
No need for mask magicians, the shit is all real
Never thought it'd be done to you, how's it feel
Taking the lives of men, women and child
You try to stop me, what, it wouldn't be worth while
My cork is popped like a bottle of champagne
On the loose man like a run away freight train
No one to be fucked with especially on no dumb shit
I rolled you and I smoked you like a motherfucking blunt bitch
Pack ya bags cause I'm coming for ya
Can't find ya now, so your brother be subbing for ya
I'm going get mine, like you going get yours
Blood stains in the halls, dead men on the floors
Peek through a window with broke glass
My time has come, at last to stick your motherfucking ass
Bury me six feet, and I will still creep
And raise the hell that put you in a dead sleep
So when you're asleep, I creep inside your dome
And let you know about my home sweet home
Treasure my hard ass home until my death is red
Schitzofrania runs through my viens
Havin' memory lapses, I might kill my nigga's
That's how I aim
There's no livin' room, bedrooms
Caskets are spread
Kitchen is killer like Jeffery Dahmer
He tracks his dead
On the day I was born my eyes were blush of red
Dead bodies now run me like Jordan
That's what I said
But don't come knockin' at my door
And run your throat
To be locked down in my home sweet home
The track Outbreed deals with getting caught up in this game called rap. HOK explains this rap game is not cracked up to be, made out to be, or glamorous.
HOK is all caught up in this game called rap. They can’t live it down as there ain’t no way out. They should have seen it coming. They can't calm tier nerves without talking to Smith and Wesson. It's more critical. The shit is getting life threatening. These trauma's of life leave them stuck in a daze. Are they the outbreed because their mind state?
HOK takes on the big leagues as they are dealing with these headhunter’s. So they’ll work the grave shift. Don't give a damn where you come from or where you’re going. HOK stays out of sight and dodges all these would-be fights from these old jealous fools who ain't got much to live for. No way out. Life and death situations occur everyday. Just the outbreed.
HOK roams the streets so many times. They chill with thugs and hoodlums. HOK is never seen alone. They give and take whatever they need whether wrong or right. Their lethal inject of rap skills infect you. The master plan is gettin' paid. That's what you think. Although it ain't that easy.
Everyday is hard to live from dealing with these attitudes. So they are keeping distance from you suckas. Call them the outbreed. Kinda clever. So somebody spark up the incense. Detroit is the city where their roots will always bleed. Detroit is a place where crime is a common everyday factor. You gotta go with the flow.
Can you save the inner city used from destruction, violence, and crime rate? Future's dim for the outbreed. It sees no color. It's invisible as the air we breatheYou think you're innocent. Your ways are untouched. Born with mortal sin. And you think that that's enough. Trying to find the key to your heart to unleash the love and trust.
The remix of Nosferatu uses a retro 80s synth pop sound with the distorted electronic synths played in low quality. Nosferatu is most notable for its bassline and dark demented production. You can feel and hear the old school vibe inside the dark demented production. The song explains the persona and spirit of the vampire Nosferatu. Be prepared to enter a world stranger than you have ever imagined. Nosferatu is a major hit upon both old and new House Of Krazees fans.
Nosferatu watches your body sway. He’s got the teeth as sharp as ginsus. His species is Nosferatu. He’s got one eye red like R2-D2. He release his wings through downward sky as he spots you. Landing in the park to make the pigeons fly.
He doesn’t know why but some of the time she feels his status is a curse. Outliving mortal life and condemned to roam the Earth. He turned 1,026 years old. Nosferatu stood before the sun to evade an eclipse. Press your lips to your fingertips. Don’t say a word. Look into his eye. He sees no desire goes unheard. Got to feed every 24 hours to keep his powers as he sit atop the gothic towers watching cataclysmic showers.
Blood is sour, bitter sweet, thick, and bland. And when it dries it turns brown beneath the fingers on his hand. Shadows of the moonlight make him feel so intense as he scales the cyclone fence.He gnaws his teeth deep into your veins draining your existence until your body’s slain. He leaves two teeth marks in your neck. That’s the sign of Nosferatu.
They represent a triumph over death. People dread them yet at the same time have a certain secret envy for the fact that a vampire never dies. And this is connected with the mystery of death itself and therefore, exerts an endless fascination.
One thousand sections of night. Bloodlines connect with the chimes when the sun blinds. Deeper than dirt. Human skin blends like chameleons. Y’all look again because sometimes what you see you don’t see. Check out the unnatural grave digging, spine chilling Nosferatu. Watch your ass. His teeth are as sharp as a Glock. They penetrate the neck where blood flows nonstop.
Darkness. It’s time to wreck shit. So peep the perspective. Bram Stoker's Dracula can't fuck with Hektic or Nosferatu. Nosferatu sits back to meditate while sipping on DNA. You’re scared as fuck. His style is phantasmagoric. Nosferatu is roaming round like a vagabond when creeping in forests. Nobody notices as he is out of sight. Until you bleed, his hunger thirsts just like a seed. Seek and you shall find is what his origin believes. Nosferatu is out on a stroll. Creeping at night.
HOK gets naughty and hilarious by joking around with crude sexual humor on Weakness. The say the most foul, vindictive, and provocative things ever on this song of theirs. In fact they share the most quotable dialogue ever.
Hektic’s lyrics are quite hilarious and add sexual explicit punch to the song. In these lyrics he talks about the subject of masturbation.
I'll simply tuck my dick between your tits
And pump in a like in a sex race
The first place prize to cum all over
Your pretty face
A big disgrace
My expectations
Got me X-rated
And I love the way you masturbated
ROC says the most hilarious and raunchy things in his verse with his lyrics.
Freaky me freaky you
And we about to fuck
No Sock for a pickle for a cock or a slut
I get down like a drummer
I pipe like a plumber
Mr. Bones lyrics are absolutely hilarious! The part of the song where Mr. Bones says, “Mr. Bones gettin more ass than a toilet seat” is absolutely hilarious and raunchy. He says the most quotable dialogue ever. Read these lyrics.
I rhyme like the brother with a funky beat
Mr. Bones gettin more ass than a toilet seat
Sweet freak can I get a sneak peek
At your technique between the sheets
You make my knees weak
Big brother like Barry White
Tonights the night
I stick my cock in your pussy
I got bitches wet from here
To Belle Isle
Sookie Sookie
I hit the nookie
I put this here dick between
A pink cookie
Cause I'm a mother fucker
I wanna fuck your mother
I wanna put my plug in your socket
And electrify like Rolling Thunder
I wanna I wanna
Hopin we be dug out
I wanna stomp and stuff
With your afro cunt
Hit the pussy from the back
Puffin on a fat blunt
Silly Stunt I want you to peep this
Your pussy is my weakness
Call It Wut You Want is one of the hardest songs on the album. HOK killed the song using that horrorcore style and sound. This is one of those songs that you will constantly play on repeat. This is old school HOK.
3/5***
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House Of Krazees – Post Apocalyptic Word album review
House Of Krazees – Post Apocalyptic Word is the first House Of Krazees album after 20 years of silence. New and previously released recordings were released on this HOK album. The album has that dark wicked horrorcore sound HOK is widely known for using. The album has horror themes such as the occult, supernatural, and insanity. HOK uses a wicked combination of raw hip hop/rap and hard raw metal. Elements of electronic music are used also.
Death 4any1 Who... is HOK’s take on the quote “Death! DEATH!! DEATH TO ALL WHO OPPOSE US!!!”from the 1981 movie Heavy metal. Death 4any1 Who... is also HOK’s take on the phrase “Death to anyone who opposes.” The song is about a pumpkin which kills people and commits murder. The song uses a fusion of heavy metal and rap with a twist of dark rhymes.
Its Mr. Bones! Do you remember the skeleton that came to get you? Do you remember the bloody knife the painted picture? Pumpkin masks on the faces. Killers are babysitters. Random people up and away die in pain because it’s crazy to remain awake. Vines from pumpkins are telling Mr. Bones to go out and murder people. And drag them right back to the pumpkin patch. Bury them 6 deep. Mr. Bones buries them deep without a shovel. He is using their hands to dig deep. Blood up underneath the fingernails again. Pumpkin cycle is feeding the children. Deeper than blood causing timetable to change forces. Nosferatu told the line. Death for anyone who opens this casket.
According to The ROC, HOK are now wearing faceless pumpkin masks and are still murderous. This might be your last season of breathing. They still have their old school dark rhymes. They still breathe the breath of the sweet homes streets. HOK is still in minds of many outbreed. Them caskets they cut to make you run. The style is still plasmic. So hold it but you can't help but respect it check it.
The ROC’s verse, which is Verse 2, highlights House of Krazees longevity in the music industry making references to their songs and albums which were released in the 1990s. HOK has been around since at least 1993. Read the lyrics to The ROC’s verse to get a better understanding.
[Verse 2: The R.O.C]
Nighttime dark rhymes rewind old school
We the new mind but still murderous
HOK now faceless pumpkin mask
Circa 1993 this may be ya last
Season of breathing Hektic Mr. Bones
And R.O.C. the dirty trio peep again we're home
Sweet homes streets we still breathe the breath
A frightened little child ran with nowhere to run
We're still in minds of many outbreed we on
Trauma to the head's evolution we been gone
Them caskets we cut to make you run tuck
The bodies set em burn the rich
Now I scream on wax gives what
No we won't go away not today
As the BUK HOK ROC in this space
So throw your hands in the air
The style is still plasmic
So hold it but you can't help but respect it check it
HOK now faceless pumpkin mask
Sweet homes streets we still breathe the breath
We're still in minds of many outbreed we on
Trauma to the head's evolution we been gone
Them caskets we cut to make you run tuck
Hektic is starstruck with bloodlust and contaminated in the brain. The eve was upon us. We gone let the moonlight and when they want us. Because Hektic can feel the murderer inside of him grow stronger. He doesn't wanna sit here in a sedated state any longer.
Hektic wants to get get back to putting people in comas. He wants to cut people’s heads off and bring them home with him. Hang them on the wall like high school diplomas. Evil's in him like Carson Newman I suppose. You haven't noticed while your throats been raised and opened. Underground better take notice. HOK ain't here to make friends. Them three together is murderous mayhem. HOK are the letters to say when you see the face mask.
Murder Murder Murder was a song HOK recorded in 1997. This is the original version which features The ROC. This was a fan favorite from back in the day. Murder Murder Murder has members of HOK plotting and executing murders. Murder Murder Murder was hidden bonus track on The Night They Kame album. ROC put his verse on this version. It’s the same song. Just with The ROC's verse at the end. Murder Murder Murder was also put out on the original Mostasteless.
Monoxide plans his escape. So he must leave the scene without a trace. He is looking dead in her face. But she does not see Monoxide as he goes unnoticed. He heads straight to her bedroom window for better focus. The door's unlocked so he lets himself in. He heads for her room with plans of murder and mayhem. He grabs the knife outta his belt and jabs it in her stomach again and again. And now she's screaming like he care.
But he could give a fuck less. Before she dies, he grabs her by her blood-soaked hair and tell her shit's gon' be alright on his end. Monoxide is glad it happened this way. Life goes on except for one less bitch. Ain't it a trip?
Murder murder murder murder. You never heard of redrum in reverse. Bodies in the hearse. Now your life's gone cuz we wanted you to die. Time to kiss your ass goodbye. Don't ask why.
The ROC has thoughts of contemplation of murder. It's like 2 ton monsters ready to exist with the flick of his wrist. Jail cells dangle in his head. He formulates a plan to kill people. He gathers his pistols and picks up some rope.
His mind soak with thoughts of close and dangers being lunged at him. White sheets are flung at him. He has to run. He checks for his gun for the last time because he might not be back. Ain't no turning back. His target is on site.
It’s ironic how Jamie Madrox got the dates mixed up in his verse. "It was Tuesday December 24, 97" Actually the 24th of December 1997 was on a Wednesday. So the date Jamie Madrox was inconsistent and incorrect.
It was Tuesday, December 24, 1997. The time on the clock was 1:11 in the afternoon. Jamie Madrox is thinking about sending somebody to heaven or the crossroads. The fate of a soul lies in his hands. He is wearing dark clothes while parked on the side street. Peeping out the scenery make sure nobody's seeing him as he moves to the trunk of the stolen car up to the back door with a crowbar. So far the plan's foolproof.
Jamie makes a call from the phone booth. However Jamie only got a message from the answering machine.
Nobody is on the scene. He kicks in the back door at 1:34. Looking for the family dog Thor. Jamie kicks him in the jaw with the work boots he wearing on his feet. He managed to knock a couple teeth loose.
Jamie smacks him in the mouth with his empty deuce deuce. Then smiles as he breaks his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile. Jamie never liked Thor since the day he tried to play him foul and tried to bite him. Jamie stabs a steak knife in Thor’s head. So much for that man's best friend.
Jamie is in the bedroom masturbating. Cumming on the sheets and pillowcases. Fuck that bitch. She's just a cunt. And her mother's nothing but a slut. He can't wait to seal her mouth shut. She returns home from work at 2:30 in the afternoon. She arrives in business attire wearing a tight nice blouse. She threw the keys onto the table. She didn't expect to see Mr. Bones. And she's reaching for the telephone to call the police. Jamie strangles her with the telephone cord. She is now deceased. He finger fucked her for demonstration in the process of her suffocation. Now she's dead in the closet. Hanging out with all the winter clothes. As Mr. Bones move to the bathroom to wash his hands. It's all part of the plan.
4/5****!
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