paroles de chanson SLASHERS II (feat. Orlando Coolridge & Paranoah) - Curtis Foster

Hello, who is this? I'm playing a game of telephone with some hoodlums
Slaughtering mothers and daughters and brothers and fathers down
Here in a town called Woodsboro
Ring ring! Do you like scary movies? Ooh wee, what's your favorite one to see?
I told you not to hang up on me or I'll open ya guts with some cutlery
Knife I drew then I buried more
Decided to blame Cotton Weary for it
Brute pain with a cold fate, no Wu Tang, but I'm Ghostface, and I cherish torture
Protect ya neck neck when you view me
Ain't nobody gonna get defended by Dewey
Deputy Dufus, I'm reckless and ruthless
I dissect humans like a frog to a school kid
Don't you blame it on the films I'm a sadist
Psycho? No, they make me more creative
We all go a little mad sometimes
So we gotta get a stab in on a Steve and a Casey
You play the helpless victim, I'll play the psycho killer taking lives with a garage door
Keep an eye on your popcorn, better lock doors
You ain't safe on the in or the outdoors
Surprise, Sidney
I'd like to analyze your kidneys
Always thought they were lies from Gale
Whether or not you survive this night is a mystery
Even if you kill me, someone else'll fill these shoes
Yeah, the mask and the robe'll come back
It all began with a scream over 911 and ended in a bloodbath

Tonight I'm going after the teens inside this sleepy town
Better run for your life when I got this knife and you see me creeping 'round
You just opened up a real grim chapter
I'm a slasher
I taunt 'em over the phone when they're alone at they home l call 'em
Don't matter where they go, I'mma find 'em, slice 'em, dice 'em all up
You just opened up a real grim chapter
I'm a slasher

So Candyman is the reason you ain't got nothing
Or why you getting' toe tagged when I pop up
If you don't think I exist you better stop fronting
'Cause I'mma help you find out that I got something
See I'm fueled by the faith of believers
Say my name in the mirror 'til you see me
Right behind you with the hook or a cleaver
Like a game of Bloody Mary or a Ouija
No fear to shed innocent blood
Don't appear as dead, my image is of
A man sentenced to death for feeling real love
Now tenants live on edge, I'm racking kills up
And I
Bet'cha can't do it like me (Ay)
Bet'cha can't do it like me (Ay)
My name got a suicide ring
In the chi in the Greens, it's a do or die thing
Daniel Robitaille, my name strikes fears in the minds of men
Cancel overnights, when I appear that signs the end
I control ya minds, feel evil now know I am him
Say you hope to die, 'cause I am here for my revenge
Close your eyes, slash ya throat
I'm not a poltergeist, I'm coming back a ghost
Her soul is mine, you gonna have to go
'Cause you won't survive, I'm here to dash ya hopes uh
Ain't no back and forth
It's blood in the streets and my hook is drippin'
It's ya last breath at the most
Believe in the Candyman yeah, never to forget me, bitch

Don't you research urban legends at Cabrini-Green
Repeat his name 5 times and Candyman gonna see you scream
You just opened up a real grim chapter
I'm a slasher
Don't you dare discredit him, otherwise blood of the innocent shed again
When his hook is severing plenty skin, don't nobody get away, it never ends
You just opened up a real grim chapter
I'm a slasher

The name is Thomas Hewitt
Ed Gein honor student
Off of the chain, pardon the saw
Follow 'em blondes, slaughter 'em all
Face off, doll 'em up
Crawl space, chopped legs
Salted stumps, father's lunch
Chilli bowl, ceiling full of little skulls
You like what I did with the place?
Hitchhikers hidden away
Thought it'd be funny if I left them thumbs out
Bodies all bloody becoming my art now, whoa
Perfected vision, flesh constricted
Stretched against leather stitching
Severed limbs in separate bins
Insides inside metal tins, I'm literally organized
Get it, bitch? Listen, Texas my only home
Family I hold 'em close
Shit! If ma can't get 'em, cousin'll kill 'em too, drug in the living room
She running and jump out the window, like fuck I'm finna do?
Grab a mallet, bash her scalp in
Spouting blood, ground of mud
Smell the gas like hell and back
I'm swinging a saw while singing along
And the audience gives an applause
And the audience gives an applause

Don't go looking inside of homes that don't belong to you
Leatherface is lonely and he's told he has to slaughter you
You just opened up a real grim chapter
I'm a slasher
Don't get lost inside of Texas lest ya find a chainsaw
Bloody mess for breakfast, cannibal family members eat ya brains raw
You just opened up a real grim chapter
I'm a slasher