Thirteen
You're feeling something just ain't right
You're hearing noises in the night
He's coming for you with his knife
And if he gets his hands on you
Baby that's your life
Why did you think that you could take a trip to the lake
Check your calendar, check your calendar
Now you are trying to escape what would it take
Can't you see on the thirteenth, I take on and all challengers
Oh my God, he got a chainsaw
He gonna come and cut my brain off
All I wanted was just to swim
Was that too much just to ask
Now here come his hockey mask
Goddamn man, it's a trip, every time that I run, man I seem to slip
He walks slow as shit but still get from here to there
He everywhere like lickity split
I don't get should I get in my sleeping bag and zip it
Hold my breath and listen for footsteps and crickets
What was that, I heard branches crack
I better get to the cabin before he stabs my back
God Lord, my forehead so sweaty
Death by machete, nope I ain't ready
My motivation, make it home from my vacation
But I don't know how to escape from my location
Oh my God, he got a chainsaw
He gonna come and cut my brain off
God Lord, my forehead so sweaty
Death by machete, nope I ain't ready
Nope I ain't ready
Nope I ain't ready
Nope I ain't ready
You're hearing noises in the night
He's coming for you with his knife
And if he gets his hands on you
Baby that's your life
Why did you think that you could take a trip to the lake
Check your calendar, check your calendar
Now you are trying to escape what would it take
Can't you see on the thirteenth, I take on and all challengers
Oh my God, he got a chainsaw
He gonna come and cut my brain off
All I wanted was just to swim
Was that too much just to ask
Now here come his hockey mask
Goddamn man, it's a trip, every time that I run, man I seem to slip
He walks slow as shit but still get from here to there
He everywhere like lickity split
I don't get should I get in my sleeping bag and zip it
Hold my breath and listen for footsteps and crickets
What was that, I heard branches crack
I better get to the cabin before he stabs my back
God Lord, my forehead so sweaty
Death by machete, nope I ain't ready
My motivation, make it home from my vacation
But I don't know how to escape from my location
Oh my God, he got a chainsaw
He gonna come and cut my brain off
God Lord, my forehead so sweaty
Death by machete, nope I ain't ready
Nope I ain't ready
Nope I ain't ready
Nope I ain't ready
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Writer(s): Jason Perrott
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