[Verse 1: Dr. Killemoff & 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 whore, pouring out a forty ounce of gore

From the corpse of fagatore, venomous or killing a cock circus with the metaphor

Metamorphic contort, you sniffing lines of coke then grabbing a rope and choking

Killemoff is smoking off the codeine with Ware-Wolff

I'm fucking '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 faggots

Offending the raven's, face to the pavement

So save it, check their cadence

Suck this master, mace you

Pass the mic to David Copperfield

Didn't know that deal, the blood was spilled when we spit that ill shit

Cannibal Clique sticking icepicks with demonologists

Fuck with this and get your lips stitched and burnt to a crisp

[Chorus: Dr. Killemoff & 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 bloody 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 bloody bodies will leak

We're praying on the corpses of the feeble and weak

[Verse 2: Ware-Wolff]

It's Wolff you motherfuckers, chop, I'm aiming for the legs

Got the stains from the bled and feeding off of the dead

I'm not just fucked in the head, it's just the way I was bred

I'm stabbing through your fucking torso till you're vomiting red

Do you seriously think that you'll stop me? Insanity, Friday 1-3

Wanna see you flee, scream like banshees till you can't breathe C.O.P.D

Friday the Thirteenth and I'm killing bitches like I'm Jason

Insane with flames embraced, we leave 'em dead with no tracing

Fatality, vality, and criminality

Fallacy in my psycho personality

Pouncing on this bitch and I'll never stop the brutality

I get interested with guts and molest it

I so get invested when wounds are infested

If you're still living afterwards, bitch, then I guess you better get tested

I'm digging bitches from the graves and toss 'em down into a cellar

Fucking in dirty snatches, they call me The Pussy Sweller

Exorcism, fucking head is spinning like a propeller

Rittz, Wolff and Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellerz

[Chorus: Dr. Killemoff & 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 bloody 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 bloody bodies will leak

We're praying on the corpses of the feeble and weak