City Morgue - CABIN IN THE WOODS lyrics

[Intro: ZillaKami] Yung Germ Pain [Chorus: ZillaKami] Horror, you cannot relate (You cannot relate, okay) Fear me like I'm Jason comin' out the lake (Pain) (Comin' out the lake, gang) You little fu*khead (What?), you should be dead (What?) I pull up in a coffin (What?) and paint the town red (Yeah) You little fu*khead (What?), you should be dead (What?) You gon' need a coffin (What?), and a new head (Pain, pain) [Verse 1: Jasiah] King-King-King-King Kong, get 'em on a purge (On a purge) And I'm in here smashin' ​heads straight on the curb (On the curb) I don't give a fu*k what you think you heard (What you heard) Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever Gettin' racks, put-put 'em in a maze (In a maze) Slenderman, you-you ain't finna escape (Finna escape) Leatherface (Yeah), when I'm with the play (Yeah) And I love a chase, screamin' motherfu*kin' b*tch made [Chorus: ZillaKami & SosMula] Horror, you cannot relate (You cannot relate, okay) Fear me like I'm Jason comin' out the lake (Pain) (Comin' out the lake, gang) You little fu*khead (What?), you should be dead (What?) I pull up in a coffin (What?) and paint the town red (Yeah) You little fu*khead (What?), you should be dead (What?) You gon' need a coffin (What?), and a new head (Pain, pain, ayy, Sleezy) [Verse 2: SosMula] It be murder on the clock now, three after eight (Boom boom) Got the word on the opps now, decapitate (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Every time they choppin' heads off (Boom), choppin', choppin' legs off (Boom) Shotty shot the head off (Boom boom), Bugatti, not the red Paul (Skrrt) Tamale, like it's red sauce (Skrrt, skrrt), like Gotti, knock a fed off (Boom) Molly take the edge off (What?), I'll probably knock your head off (Boom) Court case, it's looking beautiful (Sleezy, Sleezy) fu*k your court date, I'll take you to your funeral (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) [Chorus: ZillaKami] Horror, you cannot relate (You cannot relate, okay) Fear me like I'm Jason comin' out the lake (Pain) (Comin' out the lake, gang) You little fu*khead (What?), you should be dead (What?) I pull up in a coffin (What?) and paint the town red (Yeah) You little fu*khead (What?), you should be dead (What?) You gon' need a coffin (What?), and a new head (Pain, pain)