Boutta get dropshot, bodies hit deck
Pretty little face so I shoot for the neck
p#ss# boy pull up wanna talk that smack
But he gets thrown back with a blade to the chest
Kiddy get cheffed up
Put him in the dirt with my name on the blade
Let him rest up ay
Come for the rest uh
Camp killer slasher
Killing like jason
Better say grace
Pray to your gods when i walk in your ends
Cut off your head then i go for your friends
You and your group are the ones I resent
Strike from thе shadows I never presеnt
I’m not an amateur making these moves
Theres no escape better tigthen your noose
Boogeyman hunting you watching you book
Clean up the blood that im making you lose
Guts get spilled on the carpet
Leave no trace when I take your face
One more swing thats a hard hit
Stay masked up so they got no case
p#ss# act up boutta feel my wrath
Wanna talk tough better back your stance
Wanna get rough? Come on b#tch let’s dance
Grip your throat in thr palm of my hand
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Tablefourteen Lyrics – CAMP KILLER SLASHER