Wade’s Wicked Wendigo Dance

Lyrics

“Wade’s Fucked Up Antlered Anthem”

(Verse 1)
I’m Wade the Wendigo, creepin’ out the mist,
Big-ass antlers, I don’t fucking miss.
Runnin’ through the woods, takin’ heads off fools,
Rip your spine out while I’m playin’ it cool.
Got blood on my fur, guts on my claws,
I’m the king of this shit, and I make the laws.
Skully by my side, bones rattlin’ loud,
We’re fucked up monsters, and we’re goddamn proud.

(Chorus)
I’m Wade, motherfucker, and I’m here to slay,
Tear your limbs off and throw ‘em away.
With my antlers high, I’ll cut you in two,
Laugh while I’m dancin’ in a puddle of goo.
I’m Wade, I’m sick, and I love the taste,
Of blood, flesh, and fucked up waste.
You can run, you can hide, but I’ll find you soon,
Cause Wade’s comin’ hard, straight under the moon.

(Verse 2)
Rippin’ through the woods, high as the sky,
I ate a witch’s heart just to see if I’d fly.
Skully’s laughin’, poppin’ more pills,
I’m over here chasin’ blood for thrills.
We burned down a cabin, ‘cause why the fuck not?
Left a couple demons to rot on the spot.
I’m Wade, the twisted king of this shit,
Rip out your eyes, light ‘em up for a hit.

(Chorus)
I’m Wade, motherfucker, and I’m here to slay,
Tear your limbs off and throw ‘em away.
With my antlers high, I’ll cut you in two,
Laugh while I’m dancin’ in a puddle of goo.
I’m Wade, I’m sick, and I love the taste,
Of blood, flesh, and fucked up waste.
You can run, you can hide, but I’ll find you soon,
Cause Wade’s comin’ hard, straight under the moon.

(Bridge)
Now I’m flyin’ through the trees, high on acid trips,
Rippin’ off heads, snackin’ on fingertips.
I licked a banshee’s face just to feel alive,
Killed a vampire for a midnight drive.
Demons in the distance, screamin’ for help,
But I’m too busy gutting elves with a belt.
Wade the Wendigo, yeah, that’s my game,
Bringin’ chaos, blood, and fuckin’ flames.

(Chorus)
I’m Wade, motherfucker, and I’m here to slay,
Tear your limbs off and throw ‘em away.
With my antlers high, I’ll cut you in two,
Laugh while I’m dancin’ in a puddle of goo.
I’m Wade, I’m sick, and I love the taste,
Of blood, flesh, and fucked up waste.
You can run, you can hide, but I’ll find you soon,
Cause Wade’s comin’ hard, straight under the moon.

(Outro)
So watch your back, I’m comin’ for you,
Wade the Wendigo, fucked up and true.
In the dark, where the monsters play,
I’m Wade, bitch, and I’m here to slay.