:Hook:
Coz this is the season of death, if you wanna mess around,
You better take your last breath, this is the season of death,
If you wanna mess around, you better take your last breath,
Verse 1:
This is nameless coming threw your speakers,
Coming home, with blood all over my sneakers,
Just one of those nights, where everything seems nice,
Coming Outta the bushes with ak’s and knifes,
The start of a new season, more people are teasing,
Everybody can participate, literate then decapitate,
Everybody join, for hells sake, I tell you to do this,
Coz you will get free stake, its fun tho, stabbing people,
Than running on the go, everybody run a little mo,
but if you get court, you going away,
For a long time, and don’t say shit about mine,
Coz Im a killing maniac, blood slatting brainiac,
I went to forensic school, to study this shit, than figured out,
That this shit was cool, my first victim, was the teacher, miss seaker,
Hook:
Coz this is the season of death, if you wanna mess around,
You better take your last breath, this is the season of death,
If you wanna mess around, you better take your last breath,
Verse 2:
I will tell you again, in another rhyme, to take another mans life,
Is not a crime, I do it all the time, the thrill, is just like taking one of those little blue pills,
Running through the woods at night time, your victim, is just like a one of those stop signs, they stop, you stab, you wait till there wounds start to scab,
Then you do it again, poke knifes into their beautiful soft skin,
The blood comes rushing out, the thrill, Is coming onto my body now,
But theres nothing more to do, than cover the whole body in alien goo,
the adrenalin rush, once your victims screams, there face pale,
just as it seems, but you gotta split, in a split time, coz the police are comming,
and they don’t give a fuck this time,
Hook:
Coz this is the season of death, if you wanna mess around,
You better take your last breath, this is the season of death,
If you wanna mess around, you better take your last breath,
