Jason Is Dead (feat. Bitter Stephens)

Kill our mommy

Get to

I can taste the lake water

As it bubbles through the baths

With a passion for the hunting no guns when I slash

I'ma get you I'ma walk at this pace

I'ma skin you ain't no ** hiding place

I'm the quiet type I'm a man on a mission

With visions of cut flesh

So fresh the incision like get 'em

I was blessed by the hurt

No blood in my veins in my chest no rest for the curse

Cause the wicked repetition

Of killing these young **

Summertime coming you hear it

It's all crickets in the pitch black

Just waiting to see your face in

Machete in here my ** just chasing