Friday The 13th
[Chorus: 1One Of Dem Dons]
My head’s buss like Friday the Teenth
Talking about horror flicking the scene
Making this songs ain’t by no means
Spooky shit aside I’ll say what I’ve seen
Scene- that’s the real horror story
I’ve been there when the beef got gory
I’ve been there for the Rise of Glory
I’ve been Marked, no need to Memento Mori
[Verse 1: JMCEE]
I got a horror story, you know I’m talking real life
I’m walking down the street, with a simple strife
Then I see a yute tail me, swear he had a knife These pricks on road, you don’t tell ‘em twice
Fuckin’ dirtbags but their name ain’t Brice
With their trio of croneys: Three Blind Mice
Mess with these guys? it’s like rolling the dice
I ain’t talking people, I’m talking bout the nights
Where you’re sat alone, with an Idea and a phone Your brain all melted, slower than Google Chrome
And my Opp got chrome, big leather in the dome
So you out a 9 and you go to his home
Now you in prison, all you can do is show ‘em
I ain’t talking plants, I’m talking Flow ‘em
Spitting bars in a box like you’re in a booth
But you’re a loser in jail, that’s the fuckin truth
[Bridge: H88]
(One, one) We seen some shit tonight
No calm madness, beef, brawlin, the fight
[Chorus: 1One Of Dem Dons]
My head’s buss like Friday the Teenth
Talking about horror flicking the scene
Making this songs ain’t by no means
Spooky shit aside I’ll say what I’ve seen
Scene- that’s the real horror story
I’ve been there when the beef got gory
I’ve been there for the Rise of Glory
I’ve been Marked, no need to Memento Mori
My head’s buss like Friday the Teenth
Talking about horror flicking the scene
Making this songs ain’t by no means
Spooky shit aside I’ll say what I’ve seen
Scene- that’s the real horror story
I’ve been there when the beef got gory
I’ve been there for the Rise of Glory
I’ve been Marked, no need to Memento Mori
[Verse 1: JMCEE]
I got a horror story, you know I’m talking real life
I’m walking down the street, with a simple strife
Then I see a yute tail me, swear he had a knife These pricks on road, you don’t tell ‘em twice
Fuckin’ dirtbags but their name ain’t Brice
With their trio of croneys: Three Blind Mice
Mess with these guys? it’s like rolling the dice
I ain’t talking people, I’m talking bout the nights
Where you’re sat alone, with an Idea and a phone Your brain all melted, slower than Google Chrome
And my Opp got chrome, big leather in the dome
So you out a 9 and you go to his home
Now you in prison, all you can do is show ‘em
I ain’t talking plants, I’m talking Flow ‘em
Spitting bars in a box like you’re in a booth
But you’re a loser in jail, that’s the fuckin truth
[Bridge: H88]
(One, one) We seen some shit tonight
No calm madness, beef, brawlin, the fight
[Chorus: 1One Of Dem Dons]
My head’s buss like Friday the Teenth
Talking about horror flicking the scene
Making this songs ain’t by no means
Spooky shit aside I’ll say what I’ve seen
Scene- that’s the real horror story
I’ve been there when the beef got gory
I’ve been there for the Rise of Glory
I’ve been Marked, no need to Memento Mori