ESQUIREHUNCHO, Antipitip - Jason Voorhees
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Okay, there's so much dirt - it's a swamp
My oblique fat - moto moto
Bitch I won't give you oxygen
I'm aggressive - my breed
Plenty of bass, you are needed for reserve
There's meat on the bit
You're just a sucker - that's your rub
I paint on beats, I'm Pablo Picasso

Horrors in the house, it's a saw
Not one that saws, but drills bodies
Your hoe is true, but she gave it to me
The logs are ready - the stakes are stuck
We sew, sew and sew around the thread
It's like we're in a shelter with only pussies around
How cheese Cheetos stink your pockets
I need a fuck, I'm calling Black mamba

I won't regret it, I'll cut you like Jason
Very creepy - I'm Marilyn Manson
I'll swap your fuck as a sensor
We read about dirt - we need a censor
I'm wearing iron, I'm like Art
I gave out my Part easily
Shot - it's your luck
I stained the cue ball with mud - I'm Bastard

I'm a killer, I kill banknotes
Your shit is out of fashion for a long time
You're fucked up, you're a pain in the way
Sniffed a snake - nose runs
I realized a long time ago that comfort is poison.
You are scum, you will be executed here
We left heaven, we came to hell
Here, as in the TV series, the boilers are boiling

We went up, but we went down
A bitch is coming at me - I say fuck off
I'm like a clown - I'll give you a bloody prize
I'll remove you, it's better to get away yourself
We'll take your face off
The blow is strong - there is a ring on the fist
I want to have a beef with you
Don't bother me, I'll cut off the foulbrood

Tires everywhere - it's sin city
Here they kill and conceive Shot off
We cook in a cauldron, as if pilaf
Don't trust anyone, there's a knife stuck in your back here
There is blood on the face, not mine, but from the order
I kill - dogs eat meat
You rushed at us - now you have no fingers
They won't find you - you're buried in the Alps
Esquire on the track
Furgon, how many hits you make today