CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Horror Cypher
Jason (Kadesh Flow):
Yeah, y'all think you're safe partying in the Good House
Or in the woods out, tryna pull your wood out
Ladies I'd advise you put your melons back in
You know that both of y'all dying if you smashing
Sorry not sorry there's the rules
Anything I improvise to off you is the tools
Snap your neck like rotted branches toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature, don't expect me to apologise
Surgical with it, machete could leave you lobotomized
Yeah, but I'd prefer to use something to chop your hide
Too much height to you and I'll leave you at a proper size
Yeah, I'm not here to help, no Casey Jones
Instead I tally body counts like it's Ovechkin making goals
And it will not take me nearly as long to take the gold
I'll proudly confess to all of it, word to H.H. Holmes
Doesn't matter if you're skinny or you're hearty
Next time just invite me to your party
Imagine me downing tequila shots, still rocking my mask getting sloppy
I'm a professional, this ain't a hobby
Freddy (Shao Dow):
If you're yawning you won't be here in the morning, appear without warning
I can torture while you're snoring, love the pain and endorphins
Coursing through veins, stalking my prey with a blade made for sawing
Then I morph into things that are swarming, on your skin I be crawling
Who the hell you think you're ignoring, it's the fear I'm absorbing
I know you came to dream about falling, your sleeping was boring
Til I drag you all in the corner and paint your corpse on the walling
Cut and slice you like foreskin, the whole time I be chortling
Welcome to prime time, let me scratch that itch
And detach your wrists, yo who's eyeballs this
You wanted wet dreams, you'll get screams and blood drenched sheets
Face like a walnut, you can call but the help won't reach
On Elm Street come from behind like surprise
And stick both of my fingers in your eyes
I don't fight fair in this nightmare, I'll run you through
Mic check, one, two, Freddy's come for you
Yeah, y'all think you're safe partying in the Good House
Or in the woods out, tryna pull your wood out
Ladies I'd advise you put your melons back in
You know that both of y'all dying if you smashing
Sorry not sorry there's the rules
Anything I improvise to off you is the tools
Snap your neck like rotted branches toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature, don't expect me to apologise
Surgical with it, machete could leave you lobotomized
Yeah, but I'd prefer to use something to chop your hide
Too much height to you and I'll leave you at a proper size
Yeah, I'm not here to help, no Casey Jones
Instead I tally body counts like it's Ovechkin making goals
And it will not take me nearly as long to take the gold
I'll proudly confess to all of it, word to H.H. Holmes
Doesn't matter if you're skinny or you're hearty
Next time just invite me to your party
Imagine me downing tequila shots, still rocking my mask getting sloppy
I'm a professional, this ain't a hobby
Freddy (Shao Dow):
If you're yawning you won't be here in the morning, appear without warning
I can torture while you're snoring, love the pain and endorphins
Coursing through veins, stalking my prey with a blade made for sawing
Then I morph into things that are swarming, on your skin I be crawling
Who the hell you think you're ignoring, it's the fear I'm absorbing
I know you came to dream about falling, your sleeping was boring
Til I drag you all in the corner and paint your corpse on the walling
Cut and slice you like foreskin, the whole time I be chortling
Welcome to prime time, let me scratch that itch
And detach your wrists, yo who's eyeballs this
You wanted wet dreams, you'll get screams and blood drenched sheets
Face like a walnut, you can call but the help won't reach
On Elm Street come from behind like surprise
And stick both of my fingers in your eyes
I don't fight fair in this nightmare, I'll run you through
Mic check, one, two, Freddy's come for you
