Jason Is Dead - Figure

Friday the 13th

Killer mommy

I can taste the lake water as it bubbles through the mask

With a passion for the hunting, no guns when I slash

Imma get you, imma walkin this beast

Imma skin you, ain’t no fucking hiding place

I’m the quiet type

I’m a man on a mission, with visions of cutting flesh so fresh the incision

like get 'em

I was blessed by the hurt

No blood in my chest, no rest for curse

Just a wicked repetition of killing these young bitches

Summer time coming, you hearing these loud crickets

In the pitch black, just waiting to see your face

And machete in hand, my name is Jason!

Friday the 13th