CABIN IN THE WOODS lyrics
by Jasiah
[Intro: ZillaKami]
Yung Germ
Pain
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Horror, you cannot relate
(You cannot relate, okay)
Fear me like I'm Jason comin' out the lake (Pain)
(Comin' out the lake, okay)
You little f*ckhead (What?), you should be dead (What?)
I pull up in a coffin (What?) and paint the town red (Yeah)
You little f*ckhead (What?), you should be dead (What?)
You gon' need a coffin (What?), and a new head (Pain, pain)
[Verse 1: Jasiah]
Can't, can't, can't, can't calm down, I'm on a purge (On a purge)
And I'm into smashin' heads straight on the curb (On the curb)
I, I, I don't give a f*ck what you think you heard (What you heard)
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever
Get erased, put, put 'em in a maze (In a maze)
Slenderman, you, you ain't finna escape (Finna escape)
Leatherface (Yeah), when, when I'm with the blade (Yeah)
And, and I love a chase, scream, you motherf*ckin' b*tch made
[Chorus: ZillaKami & SosMula]
Horror, you cannot relate
(You cannot relate, okay)
Fear me like I'm Jason comin' out the lake (Pain)
(Comin' out the lake, okay)
You little f*ckhead (What?), you should be dead (What?)
I pull up in a coffin (What?) and paint the town red (Yeah)
You little f*ckhead (What?), you should be dead (What?)
You gon' need a coffin (What?), and a new head (Pain, pain, ayy, Sleezy)
[Verse 2: SosMula]
And we murder on the clock now, three after eight (Boom boom)
Got the word on a opp now, decapitate (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
And we choppin', choppin' heads off (Boom), choppin', choppin' legs off (Boom)
Shotty chop the head off (Boom boom), Bugatti, not the red Porsche (Skrrt)
Tamale, like it's red sauce (Skrrt, skrrt), like Gotti, knock a fed off (Boom)
Molly take the edge off (Work), I'll probably knock yo' head off (Boom)
Court case, it's looking beautiful (Sleezy, Sleezy)
F-F-f*ck your court date, I'll take you to your funeral (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Horror, you cannot relate
(You cannot relate, okay)
Fear me like I'm Jason comin' out the lake (Pain)
(Comin' out the lake, okay)
You little f*ckhead (What?), you should be dead (What?)
I pull up in a coffin (What?) and paint the town red (Yeah)
You little f*ckhead (What?), you should be dead (What?)
You gon' need a coffin (What?), and a new head (Pain, pain)