Mr. Voorhees

I, sharp my blade in the basement adjacent to the mask of Jason I'm waiting patient for Friday de trece So I can get crazy with the melee that I call Danny Trejo, Cause that's my machete, and on that note y'all better lay low, If you're not mi gente, cause I'm here for the throats of those against me, And I know what you think, I'm loco in mi mente, But I don't care what you think I'm seeing clear as a Crystal Lake Or a crystal ball of a fortune teller trying to tell my fate, Like who I am and who the f*ck I ain't, like wait... Let me tell you who I am, I'm the boogeyman ma'am what you think, Know it's been a minute, but I haven't lost my touch Cause even with this rusty blade I still make the cut, I'm not a surgeon but I operate like one Cause when it comes to working, got these gloves and mask on For certain, every song that I'm on, be a killer track Cause I murder the alphabet, from ABC to XYZ These motherfuckers hate on me for just being me, An evil being, that's only blessed when I sneeze