Scram Jones - Friday the 13th Lyrics
Bottles everywhere, he took his revengeHe’s hungry, kill him!Let’s devour!Thirsty for youngFriday the 13thFriday the 13thRed eyes and blue reeferGorilla out of cage I killed the zoo keeperA little creature on the board to school teacherComing pout the box, shoes, sneakers, peanut butterSplit the 5-4 weightGet you 2 piecesTwo speakers speak the way 2 teachersBack to life like the Jew JesusA few heaters and a couple cold onesMy Adidas getting on my old runFour finger rain turned into a gold thumbNo bag of jeans teen keep the clothes youngI’m double X posy, knock on them with the doorDouble X they say be Susan went back toWe shoot it, went back to the old track had to relook itThat speaks toFriday the 13thFriday the 13thFriday the 13thFriday the 13thHigh horse hopping on the saddleLeather on my head, makuses, tasselsTrippy chick pop another capsuleAnother alley drop the molly in the SnappleI keep the product in the satchelFrom the now afford the bottom of the appleLou row like …is on the tackleUsed to do hip hop just for battleNow everybody on the same boat copping paddlesOn my flow up the coast chilling out the castleWith some old folks played scrabbleNo time for the hoaxes, no time for your galSince a little rascal I found ways to earn greenPut on a hockey maskFriday the 13thFriday the 13thFriday the 13thFriday the 13thDunk the girl on, crush the…My deep in the ship clubI shook onesHot dog in the club looking for good bunSlave maker like wooserGive your wife the wooserTear up the carpenterNo pencil sharpenerPull out more joints, we in the thunderA bag a grass in the bottle, no sparklerI used top spend the Juilets and RomeoIn a hipster club spending chromeoWith a Fedora like A trackStill New Yorker but I play trapI play to life I hate rapWay back towards the needle in the haystackPick up the mic and start spacingI’m at the lake waiting like…Friday the 13thFriday the 13thFriday the 13thFriday the 13th
