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ware-wolff - tgif13 lyrics

[verse 1: dr. k!llemoff & 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 wh0re, pouring out a forty ounce of gore
from the corse of f+gatore, venomous or k!lling a c+ck circus with a metaphor
metamorphic contort, you sniffing lines of coke then grabbing a rope and choking
k!llemoff is smoking off the codeine with ware+wolff
i’m f+cking ’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 sh+t
cannibal clique sticking icepicks with demonologists
f+ck with this and get your lips stitched and burnt to a crisp

[chorus: dr. k!llemoff & 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 bl++dy 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 bl++dy bodies will leak
we’re praying on the corpses of the feeble and weak
[verse 3: ware+wolff]
it’s wolff you motherf+ckers, chop a maiden for the legs
got the stains from the bled and feeding off of the dead
i’m not just f+cking the head, it’s just the way i was bred
i’m stabbing through your f+cking torso ’til you’re father d+ck 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 k!lling b+tches 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 b+tch and may never stop the brutality
i came here to rest and have thoughts so molest it
i’ll soak it, invest it with b+tch who are invested
and still a bit afterwards, b+tch i guess you better contest it
taking b+tches from the graves and toss ’em down into a cellar
f+cking the dirty sn+tches, they call me the p+ssy sweller
exorcisms, f+ck, his head is spinning like a propeller
ware+wolff and cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellerz

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