Jamie Madrox, Bluud Brothers - Slasher lyrics

Most look into their basement when
They hear the window crash
I'm there in a Ghostface mask
Soaked in blood that splashed
With a knife in my hand and rope for
A noose and gas with a match
Then I'm dippin to the next town over
New case on forensic files
They been lookin for the car I stashed
In the country side for miles
But the new pretense
That I'm livin isnt really gonna
Stick and now I
Gotta take a pick and make a move
Never under any circumstance that I
Would еver take a chance
I'd rathеr be on this side of the news
I'd rather not lose, when I
Go play in the dark
The world is a whole playground
I just wanna stab mother fuckers
They been lookin for the
Devil in red but I'm on a grey hound
And I'm gonna play now
When I take brains out
And I make em stay down
With a blade in they mouth
And it's so played out, but I just fade out
And I take pay out, from the pain they shout
And now 6 feet, deep in dirt they lay
And you can count on that like an abacus
We're so Twiztid
Somethin like a demon from a sleep paralysis

Swing slash cut, imma stab in and out
Fresh blood on the blade
A slasher without a doubt
Somebody shoulda told ya I'm
A real deal killa
Mother fucka imma kill ya mother
Fucka imma kill ya!

Give it up I'm really killin'
With the villains and
The perpatrators get it when
I'm on that lust for the blood I never turn
Away a blade but if
I gotta get it with a nine then bust
Trust me it's a thrill kill vibe when
You feel more alive from a homicide
Two killers in a shroud at night that's
How we eviserate and down to ride

And I'm down to drive shit you wanna pull
Up on em' in the dead of night
We can do it in the broad daylight
We can do it in the streets or
We can do it on the low
But they know that we don't play right?
Maybe I might be a real killa with
A pipe for the blunt force trauma
Better stay strapped cause you know
It's click clack real
Facts I'll be coming for ya back like karma

Am I gonna be a killer when
I'm old will I feel
No remoarse when I feel empathy
For the lives I snuff
Cause my world is really gray
And I wanna color red
Come and get it and call my bluff
Cause I pop trunks on the pop punks and
I love when they spill their guts
Gimme the sickle I'm a sicko cause they
Found slugs on their dead mugs
In the mud when they find these
Chumps stand back I'm gonna-

Swing slash cut, imma stab in and out
Fresh blood on the blade
A slasher without a doubt
Somebody shoulda told ya I'm
A real deal killa
Mother fucka imma kill ya mother
Fucka imma kill ya!

Most look at all the blood and guts and get
Squeamish but I revel in it with an appetite
When I thought I could avoid
It like a hunger strike
But I'm gonna pick another
One up after light
And with a sharpened knife
I cut holes and leave em' exposed on
Their porch like a jack-o lantern
When the body gets found I
Was blending in the crowd
Cause I always hang around like
The rings of saturn
I'm indefinietly runnin' with
Machetes sending bodies to the mortuary
Dig em' up and put em' on the lawn
Because I never stay away from all
The bloody murder stabbing in
The night and people running for
Their life until dawn
Maybe I'm wrong? Cause I'm the
Only one that's draining blood
And leaving bodies like a cattle in the shed
They were hanging out cause welland
I was on the
Prowl at night cause my hunger ain't fed
And my thoughts of murder and
Need, go together like gein
And bodies they found at the scene
Take heed, cause I live a pipe
Dream, where people all bleed
And I live for the dead like a fiend
I be coming for the teens in the
Woods, in their dreams, in the hoods
Cause I scheme on a late night capture
Maybe I'mma burn for the crimes
If you're there for the
Rise and the fall of a real life slasher

Swing slash cut, imma stab in and out
Fresh blood on the blade
A slasher without a doubt
Somebody shoulda told ya I'm
A real deal killa
Mother fucka imma kill ya mother
Fucka imma kill ya!