Man’s family looking like Morlocks
Something from another planet
Pale as Count Orlok
Bald pates no lock of hair
Seeing them, think my door needs more locks
I’ve got four shotguns still boxed
Six more loaded and locked
String to the doorhandle, traps I concoct
Even a second’s lapse, slightest lacking
You’ll get clapped and I’ll be laughing
Scalp you like gang Glanton
Masked, the opera’s phantom
Ready to shock anyone who only brought boxing
Copies on floppy
Collecting viruses as a hobby
I’m visited by a Bobby
Jimmy the lock with a bobby pin
To get inside, New Vegas strip
Pinball, poker, pinstripe suits
Get your knees broken with a balpeen hammer if you plan to win the slots
Alchemisland 
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