TGIF13

Lyrics

[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 corpse of fagatore, venomous or killing a cock circus with the 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 faggots Offending the raven's, face to the pavement So save it, check their cadence Suck this master, mace you Pass the mic to David Copperfield Didn't know that deal, 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 2: Ware-Wolff] It's Wolff you motherfuckers, chop, I'm aiming for the legs Got the stains from the bled and feeding off of the dead I'm not just fucked in the head, it's just the way I was bred I'm stabbing through your fucking torso till you're vomiting red Do you seriously think that you'll stop me? Insanity, Friday 1-3 Wanna see you flee, scream like banshees till you can't breathe C.O.P.D Friday the Thirteenth and I'm killing bitches like I'm Jason Insane with flames embraced, we leave 'em dead with no tracing Fatality, vality, and criminality Fallacy in my psycho personality Pouncing on this bitch and I'll never stop the brutality I get interested with guts and molest it I so get invested when wounds are infested If you're still living afterwards, bitch, then I guess you better get tested I'm digging bitches from the graves and toss 'em down into a cellar Fucking in dirty snatches, they call me The Pussy Sweller Exorcism, fucking head is spinning like a propeller Rittz, 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