To Rate★ Verse 1: Dr. Killemoff & Hook the Crooked Corpse ★
I'm attacking the back of a massacred man
Even if he's already dead with a bunch of lead stuck in his forehead
I love the sight of red in the winter, none of us enter the cellar
Without the blood of a whore, pouring out a forty ounce of gore
From the corse of fagatore, venomous or killing a cock circus with a metaphor
Metamorphic contort, you sniffing lines of coke then grabbing a rope and choking
Killemoff is smoking off the codeine with Ware-Wolff
I'm fucking 'em up on Friday the Thirteenth
Murdered, smoke it, choke it
Explicit with gidgets and gadgets
Hatchets, patio beauty pageant's
Black magic, manic satanic addicts
Automatic panic leaving you brain damaged and haggard maggot
Offending the raven's next to the pavement, so save it
Check their cadence
Suck this master, mace you
Pass the mic to David Copperfield
Didn't know that there as the blood was spilled when we spit that ill shit
Cannibal Clique sticking icepicks with demonologists
Fuck with this and get your lips stitched and burnt to a crisp
★ Chorus: Dr. Killemoff & Hooked the Crooked Corpse ★
It's Friday the Thirteenth
Get left underneath the city concrete when you're stabbed in your sleep
Mister C.H.U.D.'Z and Ware-Wolff will creep and bloody bodies will leak
Was praying on the corpses of the feeble and weak
It's Friday the Thirteenth
Get left underneath the city concrete when you're stabbed in your sleep
Mister C.H.U.D.'Z and Ware-Wolff will creep and bloody bodies will leak
We're praying on the corpses of the feeble and weak
★ Verse 3: Ware-Wolff ★
It's Wolff you motherfuckers, chop a maiden for the legs
Got the stains from the bled and feeding off of the dead
I'm not just fucking the head, it's just the way I was bred
I'm stabbing through your fucking torso 'til you're father dick red
Do you seriously think that you'll stop me? Insanity ride 8-1-3
Wanna see you flea, scream like banshees 'til you can't breathe C.O.P.D
It's Friday the Thirteenth and I'm killing bitches like I'm Jason
Insane with flames embraced, we leave 'em dead with no tracing
Fatality rather see de-criminality
Fatality in my psycho personality
Saw the houses in this bitch and may never stop the brutality
I came here to rest and have thoughts so molest it
I'll soak it, invest it with bitch who are invested
And still a bit afterwards, bitch I guess you better contest it
Taking bitches from the graves and toss 'em down into a cellar
Fucking the dirty snatches, they call me The Pussy Sweller
Exorcisms, fuck, his head is spinning like a propeller
Ware-Wolff and Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellerz
★ Chorus: Dr. Killemoff & Hooked the Crooked Corpse ★
It's Friday the Thirteenth
Get left underneath the city concrete when you're stabbed in your sleep
Mister C.H.U.D.'Z and Ware-Wolff will creep and bloody bodies will leak
Was praying on the corpses of the feeble and weak
It's Friday the Thirteenth
Get left underneath the city concrete when you're stabbed in your sleep
Mister C.H.U.D.'Z and Ware-Wolff will creep and bloody bodies will leak
We're praying on the corpses of the feeble and weak
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