Slasher's Night Ritual

Lyrics

(Intro)
Ayy, Freddy, Chucky, Jason, Michael, Ghostface,
We out here killin’, fuckin’, doin’ lines to the face.
Blood on the floor, bitches on the blade,
Poppin’ pills, killin’ hoes, we don’t ever fade.

(Hook)
Freddy, Chucky, Michael, Ghost, and Jason,
Killin’, fuckin’, snortin’, no hesitation.
We don’t give a fuck, we get that kill,
Bodies hit the floor, then we fuck for the thrill.

Coke on the table, blood in the cup,
Hoes on the knees, we don’t give a fuck.
We the killers, high as hell on this shit,
Murder, fuck, party, that’s how we hit.

(Verse 1: Freddy Krueger)
Ayy, Freddy here, I’m fuckin’ in your dreams,
Lines on the bed, hoes burstin’ at the seams.
Claws in the back, got the bitch screamin’ loud,
I’m high as fuck, head stuck in the clouds.

Snortin’ up dust, killin’ like a king,
Slicing these bitches, I don’t feel a thing.
Fuck ’em dead, throw ‘em in the flames,
Freddy Krueger, baby, I’m runnin’ this game.

(Verse 2: Chucky)
Chucky in this bitch, high off that blow,
Knife in my hand, I got bitches in a row.
Fuck ’em in the kitchen, then I slit their throats,
Doll or not, I got these hoes by the coats.

Tiffany ridin’, we roll on some X,
Kiss ’em, kill ‘em, what you expect?
High as fuck, leave ‘em on the floor,
Chucky don’t die, I’m always wantin’ more.

(Hook)
Freddy, Chucky, Michael, Ghost, and Jason,
Killin’, fuckin’, snortin’, no hesitation.
We don’t give a fuck, we get that kill,
Bodies hit the floor, then we fuck for the thrill.

Coke on the table, blood in the cup,
Hoes on the knees, we don’t give a fuck.
We the killers, high as hell on this shit,
Murder, fuck, party, that’s how we hit.

(Verse 3: Jason Voorhees)
Jason here, machete in my grip,
Fuckin’ and slicin’, bitches on a trip.
Camp Crystal high, I’m rollin’ with the dead,
Killin’ motherfuckers, gettin’ head in the shed.

No words, just drugs, fuck ‘em all raw,
Machete through the chest, leave ’em in awe.
High off the pain, ridin’ on some dope,
Jason’s back, baby, you ain’t got no hope.

(Outro)
Fuckin’ and killin’, we ridin’ with drugs,
High off the pills, dirty in the mud.
Freddy, Chucky, Michael, Jason, Ghostface,
We fuckin’ wild, snortin’ lines with no grace.

Slashers forever, we stay in the zone,
Blood, drugs, fuckin’, we breakin’ every bone.
Party with killers, ain’t no love here,
Fucked, high, and slashed, better disappear.