Ski Mask the Slump God — Jason Voorhees

[Intro] Ski Ski, Ski, Ski, Ski Ski, Ski Ski, Ski, Ski [Verse 1] Sicker than the malaria Ski Mask is always bigger than anything Upper echelon, never the fucking middle man Venomous, black Spider-Man Lyrics roll with a black piss, same color as my heart That boy be fresh doe With his heart, he speak up No pulse, no heartbeat No feelings, just all me Send my load of concrete Your bitch might broke up out my fam, whassup bruh The burn, my hair rub Then slide that bitch on the bus Ski, Ski, no trace of massacre, we pull up at your [?] This ain't no life death, but my niggas could damage ya (Ski, Ski) No Iron Man, but my iron made him pour iron, man I still lookin’ like yeast, this beauty started the beast, cold [Bridge] Jason, killin' shit like I'm Jason (Ski, Ski) Jason, Jason, Jason Merkin’ shit like I'm Jason (Ski, Ski, Ski, Ski) Jason, Jason, Jason (Uh-huh), Jason, Jason (Whaddup), Jason, Jason, Jason (Aye) Jason, Jason Still chasin' paper [Verse 2] Deeper than the cup from the sight of the reefer Sniff three lines but this not no fuckin' Adidas Dick so big, shake her spine, make her freeze-up Hit a stain with Jahseh and "He yellin' like Yeezus" Catchin' someone smoking with a blood, on the leaves The crowd goin' preach, preach, preach, preach, like Jesus I cannot go to Hell with all these freakin' Jesus pieces Peanut butter the color, I feel like Reese’s Pieces Hit him with one of ’em, man, he lookin like he sneezin' My dog got the 30, no Stephen Curry, but he squeezin’ Get off mine, papa boy Take off and, I'm annoyed Chillin' outside and smokin' on green matter (Aye) Chillin’ outside and smokin' on green matter (Aye, aye, aye) [Chorus] I said, on my mom (What) On my own (What) I look fly (Mhm) I look good (What) Touch my swag, nigga wish he could (Ski, Ski, Ski, Ski, aye) On my mom (Ski) On my hood [Verse 3] If she come in my zone, get the D out me Ricky Bobby, how I'm fast with the green Sloppy toppy, with straight neck like a ostrich Will pop in my rocket, Team Rocket, blast off it Tom Brady, Tom Brady, how I pull it out the pocket Slidin' '95, to that fuckin' Atlantic Hittin' on your bitches, we're like SS Titanic Ski Mask give her molly, like cheeks, I call her Sandy Wake up (Wake up), get my cake up (Get my cake up) Bathing Ape, uh (Bathing Ape, uh), like Metro I'm better (I'm better, I'm better) Get her wetter (I get her wetter), diamond sweater (A diamond sweater) Lowkey sweat, but I still will massacre (Whatchu thought) [Chorus] I said, on my mom On my own I look fly I look good Touch my swag, nigga wish he could On my mom On my hood