I can taste the lake water
As it bubbles through the mask
With a passion for the hunting
No gun while I slash
Im'a get you
Im'a walk this play
I'ma skin you
Ain't no fucking hiding place
I'm the quite type
A man on mission
With vissions
That cut flesh so fresh the incision
like get'em
I was blessed by hurt
No blood in my chest
No less for that thirst
Becuase the wicked reputation
For killin' these young bithes
Summer time comin
And you hearing the war crickets
In the pitch black
Just waiting to see you face
Machete in hand
My name is
JASON