I can taste the lake water as it bubbles through the mask,
For the passion for hunting, no guns when I slash,
Imma get you, imma walk at this pace,
imma skin you, aint no fuckin hiding place
Im the quiet type,
im a man on a mission with vissions
for cut flesh so fresh the insision like
gettem.
I was blessed by the hurt,
no blood in my chest
no rest for the curse,
cause the wicked repetition for killing these young bitches, summer time coming
you hearing these war crickets,
in the pich black,
just waiting to see your face
and machate in hand my name is
JASON!!!

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