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Friday Da 13th Video (MV)




Performed By: Eazy True Soulja
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Nicholas Simon




Eazy True Soulja - Friday Da 13th Lyrics
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Huntin hound, choppin shit down before I came a member Blood on my hands, I'm confessing, I'm a sinner
Heartless, all these murders got me colder than December Soldiers I lost in the field forever
Represent em
Forever keep my pole, go out squeezing Stop a few from breathin, he tried to get even
And got stood over by demons Ain't no time on get back, we'll lay on shit for months
Pay the ransom, fee or we gon' feed em to the swamp Camouflage chopper, so it blend in with the desert
Alligator alley like the devil with this shovel With this chainsaw over your body while you snoring
Satanic and evil like the children of the corn Chucky, I just wanna play, I won't do no harm
Everyday like Halloween, we step on shit for fun Last nigga snitch, I told my zoe cut off his tongue
Then we fed his body to the pigs on the form Creepy Freddy Krueger, they gon' kill for me like Hoover
Dress up like a old man with a cane and come and shoot you You can run and try to hide, we still gon' fry your noodles
Every gun got switches on it, boy, this shit get crucial Creepy Freddy Krueger, they gon' kill for me like Hoover
Dress up like a old man with a cane and come and shoot you You can run and try to hide, we still gon' fry your noodles
Every gun got switches on it, boy, this shit get crucial If you ain't ever witnessed death, well, I'ma introduce you
Juvenile, running wild, very institutional That money got the nigga feeling that he bulletproof
Put them shooters on his ass and they gon' smoke his boots
Pushed his dog shit back just for saying what he gon' do to you
How the f*ck you claiming money and murder and be ratin too
Flame thrower, up the blower, burn your ass to ashes
Dissing got his ass put inside a early casket You speak on my name, it gon' get tragic
Made my first ten and spun it all on automatic Was a good boy until they turned me to a savage
Mama birthed a evil, baby, I wasn't born average I can smell the blood like a vampire
Serial killer, nigga, I'm a live wire Kids look up to me, hear them screaming
That's my idol, when it come to smoking opps, ASG, we hold the title
Creepy Freddy Krueger, they gon' kill for me like Hoover
Dress up like a old man with a cane and come and shoot you
You can run and try to hide, we still gon' fry your noodles
Every gun got switches on it, boy, this shit get crucial
Creepy Freddy Krueger, they gon' kill for me like Hoover
Dress up like a old man with a cane and come and shoot you
You can run and try to hide, we still gon' fry your noodles
Every gun got switches on it, boy, this shit get crucial
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Huntin hound, choppin shit down before I came a member Blood on my hands, I'm confessing, I'm a sinner
Heartless, all these murders got me colder than December Soldiers I lost in the field forever
Represent em
Forever keep my pole, go out squeezing Stop a few from breathin, he tried to get even
And got stood over by demons Ain't no time on get back, we'll lay on shit for months
Pay the ransom, fee or we gon' feed em to the swamp Camouflage chopper, so it blend in with the desert
Alligator alley like the devil with this shovel With this chainsaw over your body while you snoring
Satanic and evil like the children of the corn Chucky, I just wanna play, I won't do no harm
Everyday like Halloween, we step on shit for fun Last nigga snitch, I told my zoe cut off his tongue
Then we fed his body to the pigs on the form Creepy Freddy Krueger, they gon' kill for me like Hoover
Dress up like a old man with a cane and come and shoot you You can run and try to hide, we still gon' fry your noodles
Every gun got switches on it, boy, this shit get crucial Creepy Freddy Krueger, they gon' kill for me like Hoover
Dress up like a old man with a cane and come and shoot you You can run and try to hide, we still gon' fry your noodles
Every gun got switches on it, boy, this shit get crucial If you ain't ever witnessed death, well, I'ma introduce you
Juvenile, running wild, very institutional That money got the nigga feeling that he bulletproof
Put them shooters on his ass and they gon' smoke his boots
Pushed his dog shit back just for saying what he gon' do to you
How the f*ck you claiming money and murder and be ratin too
Flame thrower, up the blower, burn your ass to ashes
Dissing got his ass put inside a early casket You speak on my name, it gon' get tragic
Made my first ten and spun it all on automatic Was a good boy until they turned me to a savage
Mama birthed a evil, baby, I wasn't born average I can smell the blood like a vampire
Serial killer, nigga, I'm a live wire Kids look up to me, hear them screaming
That's my idol, when it come to smoking opps, ASG, we hold the title
Creepy Freddy Krueger, they gon' kill for me like Hoover
Dress up like a old man with a cane and come and shoot you
You can run and try to hide, we still gon' fry your noodles
Every gun got switches on it, boy, this shit get crucial
Creepy Freddy Krueger, they gon' kill for me like Hoover
Dress up like a old man with a cane and come and shoot you
You can run and try to hide, we still gon' fry your noodles
Every gun got switches on it, boy, this shit get crucial
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Writer: Nicholas Simon
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