MICHEAL MYERS PART 3 lyrics

(Chorus)
I done shed my f*ckin blood to this stupid n*gga
I go stupid in yo hood n*gga f*ck it
n*gga take this, now you headless
Have him bleeding out his face i'm the surgeon
Dig that knife into his brain he can't retain sh*t
I done f*ck this n*gga b*tch and she love di*k
Throw that pus*y like you never ever had sh*t
Throw his ass in crystal lake call him Jason

(Verse 1)
Run off with double bans, blood thirsty di*k the damn pus*y you can't f*ck with me. I love to chase a man run down the highway get killed at my place you f*ck n*gga
Imma shoot ya house up, imma killa n*gga turn her to a sl*t
Take some f*ckin bands lookin for yo mans, askin where he at oh that n*gga dead
Don't look for murder n*gga f*ck that nerf gun. n*gga talkin gun talk imma f*ckin merk him
Baby left me j*rkin she the hottest b*tch, if it comes to it die for the clit
You a stupid b*tch and f*ck all my rivals
Shot the n*gga witta f*ckin rifle
You f*ckin with me you my damn diciple, runnin in yo hood with no f*ckin title

(Verse 2)
Ahh sh*t I got my f*ckin gun out, I brought you in this b*tch I can take yo ass out
Put him in a body bag don't care if he gone shout
I don't want no love b*tch open up yo mouth
(f*ck)
(Be f*cking damned n*gga, be f*cking damned a shout out to give)
(Verse 3)
Imma put him in the dirt, nir-the-vana like kurt
Imma f*ck her till she hurt, dont you snitch on my pistol cause it will kill you n*gga i'll kill you
The clique is gone drill you, i'll be yo enemy
Imma f*ckin waste got me sippin on this hennesy
Imma catch a body b*tch, cast a spell right on yo b*tch
Im bad to the bone, f*ck Vlone I got Distortion b*tch
Who the f*ck is you I feed you poison so you die b*tch
Rot in f*cking hell n*gga I got clips inside that mattress, if you wanna die b*tch go and meet that n*gga Massii