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letra de friday the 13th - j-r3mi

[verse 1: j-r3mi]
(half note on tha track)
friday thirteenth creepin’
i’m seekin’ my next victim
peekin’ through the back window
i’m bought to widow this chick. k!ll those
kids in the yard
man in the car, arrivin’ home late
bash his whole face in with an axe
attack the slow way
pull machetes out
slash the throat, wait
for freddy to come out to play
where is jack at?
on the rope, hangin’ from the ledge
his head is danglin’
i am jason
you’re racin’ clocks
the time is tickin’
know sick man thoughts
they have no limits
i’ll gut you like a pig and pick apart your limbs
you ain’t f-ckin’ with
a monster like me
i eat the brains of leatherface
chainsaw massacre ain’t got sh-t on this hauntin’
ghostface k!ller is child’s play
michael myers is my son. you can’t run away
i’m in your nightmares
all-night frights, scared half to death
thirst for blood. i gotta have it
k!llin’ is a habit that i have for fun
like a rabbit’s paw, that’s my luck
it’s unfortunate that a cabin f-ck
ends in a bloodbath, bath salt cuts
i’m in the woods, scarin’ all that come
i’m the boogeyman, and that’s the song

{bridge: fiesta_boi m.o.e. and j-r3mi]
yo
i don’t think the mic’s on
oh wait, is it? yeah, it is
-cough, cough-
alright

[verse 2: fiesta_boi m.o.e.]
(yo, aye) i rolled like 50
i’m blowin’ smoke while yo b-tch is wit’ me
cruisin’ through the city
hammer-totin’, windows tinted
i know some homies; hollow points will leave you in the clinic
i’ll clean your crew up like a homie doin’ all the dishes
i’ll wife your boo up: hit it, do the dash the same minute
if any opp want some smoke, you know i got that spinach
gonna be a great musician. might go out like lennon
now i’m finished… i’m just kiddin’. (ha)
still a junkie; no way around me. the b-tches love me
i like them chunky. she will eat me out when she is hungry
you on low battery; boy, i’m charged up
can i choose one? no, i cannot choose one
the money comin’ in, and it stick to me like glue guns
i’ll murder your kids with my rubber in those new guts
never really gave a f-ck

[outro: j-r3mi]
never gave a f-ck
friday thirteen

- j r3mi

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