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It is said that Pamela Voorheez
Was decapitated by a camp counselor
A young Jason Voorheez saw it all
Now it seems his spirit returns to take revenge
Be careful out there campers
Crystal lake is a different place now
I think about what I could have been
As I look into this mirror drop my hood and flip
The lights on and my eyes look at skin
Deformities disgust feel like a sin
My mental health and scars are my friend
Drowning in insecurities chained deep end
With these scars I cant pretend
To be normal no wig can defend
I got Hydrocephalus on my brain
Wondering how do I maintain
This aint something I wished to gain
I want to paint this pain on the window pane
Open them up to understand this thang
But every time I try
They criticize and spite
Poking fun cant fight
Outnumbered no right
Unwanted unliked
They Volley at my head like a spike
They poke at him
Their making fun
Insecurities choke him done
Had no choice but to go an run
Didnt get to be the normal one
He wanted to be just like them
But they just poked fun at him
Judged by things out of his control
Thats how you make a bully go
Kill kill kill kill
Poor Voorheez
Kill Kill kill kill
Poor Voorheez
Kill kill kill kill
Poor Voorheez
Now at night I go and stalk em all
This is not a knife I got machete in palm
These camp counselors took away my mom
Try to fight my rage but its made of napalm
I saw it all during the rainy weather
This is blade that decapitated my mother
Now its gonna swing cut all you suckers
Make em feel their last breath bringing the Rukus
Time to revamp
And Im takin the camp
Machete will slap
Ill show you a champ
Make your body go damp
You made who am
Im a butcher slicin ham
Take ya body snap slam
Revenge is what you get because you picked on me yall
Then you had to go and decapitate my mom
The blood will never satisfy me until your gone
This is what happens when you go set off the bomb
I could have been a good soul
I could of set new goals
But you made me evil
And you made me evolve
They poke at him
Their making fun
Insecurities choke him done
Had no choice but to go an run
Didnt get to be the normal one
He wanted to be just like them
But they just poked fun at him
Judged by things out of his control
Thats how you make a bully go
Kill kill kill
Poor Voorheez
Kill Kill kill
Poor Voorheez
Kill kill kill
Poor Voorheez



Writer(s): John Laverdure Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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