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Saturday The 14th Part 3

by Trade Voorhees

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Lyrics: Saturday nights I used to stay up and watch Count Cool Rider watching scary movies on saturday nights it changed my life bruh grew up watching black boxes trying to hide the shit yeah its a pirate's life for me but ummm, that don't rhyme with shit train of thought how high I could get I might just flip my entire shit they say Trade can't do it, I prove it and move it like a gif I'm a drop 14 then I'm a act like I don't exist and pop up on every 14th of every month to kill your whole shit Terrorize Las Vegas with verses cursing their saviors or punishing teenagers for stealing and killing they wack behavior Voorhees your neighbor Crystal Lake up the way bruh I'm kinda like Chupacabra Loch Ness Monster bitch I'm popular but I'm not ummm, like Drake uhhh...well Yeah, I'm white but you see I'm a lot more darker, (Laughs) Uh,uh,uh bruh, Yeah, I'm like the FUCKING PHANTOM OF THE OPERA! Welcome back bitch...
Fulci Flow 02:47
Lyrics: To all the rappers I played this beat for in the studio that was like "yo I wanna cop this shit" Sorry, but this beat is way too retarded and I made this motherfucker so like "I WANT THIS SHIT!" rocking the world with my fascination with dumb shit, and how I write my words and make your favorite rappers dub it like "Seven Doors Of Death" ain't saying the shit on time line after line and its always someone elses rhymes its ok you lost your identity and obviously lost your mind John F. Kennedy that was a metaphor hope Pepsi still love me "cause all I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi and she wouldn't give it to me so I KILLED THAT HOE BRUH!" and now I'm in the pen' for life over a soda Suicidal fucking Tendencies fuck "Six Degrees of Separation" I need ten degrees my OCD was created by games of Centipede and carpel tunnel syndrome is just make believe when I watch "I Spit on Your Grave" I skip the raping scenes but watch them kill the turtle in "Cannibal Holocaust" like it ain't a thing, oh shit, this shit's too ill, I'm a just chill and let this motherfucker build..... for real. You could write some rhymes to this shit still ain't as tight as mine and I'm a rap all over this bitch so you can't write none and even if you email or text me all of your tightest rhymes I'm a send a reply back like "Yeah, cool, aiiight son" So its cool that you got a flow and all that but all of your riggidy rhymes is wiggidy wack and thats a fact jack like for real, premium gas AKA put a foot in your ass see its the same Voorhees from the beginning listen to Iron Maiden never wished to be famous I wished to be the greatest already am, hope that never changes bitch it never will til I'm lying on the pavement or up inside my grave bitch you know what the fuck I'm saying so What am I saying??? motherfucker......Yup!
Lyrics: Saturday is back I said Saturday is back Saturday is back Yeah, I said Saturday is back bitch! Chorus: Yup They Scream (That's The Man) To fuck up the game I got the masterplan Yup They Scream (That's The Man) I'll crush the whole world in the palm of my hand, DAMN! They Scream (That's The Man) A villianous creature from a double feature that'll eat ya death in the form of the grim reaper better hold on to your trapper keeper Verse: Whoa! Voorhees back atcha Drac-Hackula A star from afar I'll hack ya Billy Batts ya Jimmy couldn't stop me I'm Tommy "Muddafucka you" What the fuck and who? got film culture pumping through my veins INSANE! I'm what the TV made me man Blame all the violence on Viacom they made me buy a bomb and blow up like Chief Keef off some shit "I Don't Like" I ain't saying its wack thats the name of the track right? Ya'll know I ain't that white mines a Kenwood, whats your stereotype? I couldn't give a fuck less but guess (motherfucker) Repeat Chorus Verse: bumping "Gz Up Hoez Down" in that '93 850 thats the same year "Doggystyle" dropped so I owe it to my pops couple crackers listening to crazy bay area rappers like Spice 1, Dre Dog and Brotha Lynch Eating intestines and shit, "Rest In Piss" Homage to Death Row, thats what I grew up with but I'm smart enough to know I ain't gon' do no dumb shit half these new rappers is unreal the other half is real and half of those already have a deal I write a rap like I just wrote a 'script (perscription) if you can't handle my shit then lighten up you bitch I'm just a normal dude rapping on this mic and shit and I made this fucking beat so I own this whole shit so play me motherfucker yeah BUT FIRST YOU GOTTA PAY ME MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! Repeat Chorus Saturday is back (x5) Yeah, Saturday is back Yeah, Saturday is back Yeah, I said Saturday is back bitch!
Videodrome 03:18
Lyrics: Verse: Television, Television I'm back bitch rap game looking way too relaxed bitch its TV hoe don't talk with no accent but rap like the master of disguise fuck you and your peoples your partners your fucking guys whatever its not no quick endeavor this rap shits a profession I can make a beat doper than your favorite beat maker and kill that bitch cause ain't no rapper fucking with me player I'm the coolest of the motherfucking cool been making music for so long it still sounds new fresh to death like I'm still on the pavement everyone is talking all of this wave shit okay bitch! I'm just saying wait 'til the tide turns it's tsunami season, It's my turn Bitch! I'm a kill it momma's head hanging in a closet its the only thing I worship Ahhhhh Shit!! Chorus This that shit that shit that make you rewind that shit back (Rewind that shit back!) x4 Verse: Rocking the mic can I say hermaphrodite my raps is tight your raps is aiight ummm... I'm rocking some team China AM 90s kicks froze bitch you can't find these I keep them grimey Where's Waldo? Gesualdo flow sick as shit yet nobody get appalled though TV should get an applause for it they got a clause for it in their documents you look lost Forrest Boris Karloff I'm a monster Frankenstein's mind bred from a doctor so yeah I'm kinda off my rocker got a lot of this shit from my papa Bitch! I'm cool as can motherfucking be Mister V to the double O-R-H-E, E-S like Koston 3's I'm off the beat but bitch i'm going for keeps Yee! Repeat Chorus
Song High 02:37
Lyrics: Verse: I roll in the club with a blunt in my ear and they don't give a fuck and as soon as I get up on stage I go and light that shit up Yup! Pass That Dutch! Its actually a white owl le trees is quite loud you can smell it from across the room AND GUESS WHAT! (What?!) We got the shit in volumes... Girl scout cookies pass that shit back hoe you hit it like a rookie you gon' fuck around and just throw up I carry water all the time thats how you grow up I gotta stay hydrated Call me Reefer Sutherland stay hiiiiiiigh, sedated I made it, Hi, I'm Trade and I'm the greatest Hey Bitch! Chorus: Hey! That's how you write a song high (x2) Yeah Hey! That's how you write a song high (x2) that's how you write a song... Verse: Hey! I know the police mad since I was a young lad living with dad at his pad they tried to make an example of my white ass why you might ask? shit I don't know wish I did I survived some crazy shit yes I did so fuck the police I could save myself when little kids get shot up where the police to help they say protect and serve but look at the number of folks protected and it sounds absurd four kids get shot on a school bus and the first one on the scene is a motherfucking news truck speculating on who done it motherfuckers mad cause I keep it one hundred the switch of the subject was cunning spit about that real shit to keep your minds running Repeat Chorus
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Lyrics: Verse: If money ain't the goal and it don't come then fuck it thats a oxymoron like onyx rocking with the muppets you got PBS rhymes and mines are more like Uncle Rukus its rugged like RA is that Crustified Dibs shit that Brotha Lynch shit that, that Season of the Siccness let the piano man do his fucking business back to the summary Voorhees the bum emcee who wicked with the Protools but can't get the marketing but damn its like this spark in him he's a white dude who got skills I wanna keep my fucking crib so I'm trying to pay my bills yo it ain't no Lark in him a bit of Tony Stark in him throw in a red cardigan and some orange timbs and POW WOW incredible heartfelt like stethoscopes I'm just hanging in there could you come get the rope? Thanks. metaphors whores line up at the tanning beds and I can't get no fucking bigger than Dakota Fanning's head scratch that replace it with Peyton Manning's head slim thugga yeah I'm one hunna yeah back when I was fucking these bitches to the young gunnas you know "can't stop won't stop, Rocafella records" cause believe it or not this rap shit is all I got and its time that's word to my watch so I plot dropping this hot shit you know that shit you can't find inside Hot Topic, you know in the section that's right next to the pop shit, Not this Jerry Shinefied: This ain't no pop shit motherfucker, this north side walking through the north zombie mode off that motherfucking tre-duece high life ride by (my life) drive bys Verse: with this music shit I'm like Kubrick bitch only four flicks in making a "Killing" and I don't mean money my mind is on a million rather a billion bring the reel to reel in north side of Vegas is the illest it don't take a blind man to feel it we the guerillas we go getters and won't quit until its finished and even if its done come back and kill it let you know who the real is Voorhees no filler I eat rap tracks for dinner city of sin born a sinner the pick of the litter with a wit about as funny as "Schindler's list" is a picture no fucking favors "MOVE BITCH!" like the Raiders "MOVE BITCH!" like the Lakers in 1960 hype as tipsy Mike and Tina and Ike and Whitney and I'm just tripping off this high I'm so fucking out of my mind Close encounters of a first second and third kind Yeah this my third time Yeah this my third time Yeah Saturday the 14th
Lyrics: Chorus: The land of the free ain't free no more Every motherfucker trying to get the dough Broke as a motherfucker check to check Working like a slave 'til you meet your death Menial life got a menial job you're barely getting by 'cause you're always getting robbed by the federal reserve, taking their tax until there's a revolution to start taking back what's ours (what's ours?) Verse: working for the man, working for the man gotta dayjob that I just don't understand he want me to go to war mister uncle sam and wear his army fatigues and bleed for this country and i'm thinking like "why do people gotta bleed in this country?" bleed because they hungry bleed in the streets over nothing like what a ring, a chain, or some fucking fame or some dope man? or some bitch you used to poke or some fucking hundred spokes or some colors? humans supposed to be brothers and sisters gods and earths the lies the truth we living in a disguise we lying in the booth I'm living in the booth like it's nothing better to do my lady mad at me 'cause this is all I do I lock myself in a room, lock myself in a room I'm going at it like an addict, but what the fuck would you do? Huh? Repeat Chorus Verse: we some sheep for real just eat your meal before you go to sleep don't forget your pills pharmaceuticals making a tril' cigarette companies too you use their products 'cause thats what they want you to do you were programmed just like a television they needed mechanisms to get you to sit and listen first they used the radio, effective with the children now'adays its so easy to come up slipping in someone else backyard and they're out tripping not paying attention and (WHAM!) catch some friction and end up at the coroner body bagged up with a "JOHN DOE" tag on your toe and come up missing no recognition, no recollection they lock up your assets and you lose your pention family can't find you broke and lonely and fall apart slowly... that's the "American Dream" a fucking nightmare Repeat Chorus
Lyrics: Chorus: 562 area code but you could catch me in Vegas hop in the whip, and roll to the strip windows down bumping "We Gon' Make It" its cool yeah its cool (repeat 2x) Verse: I'm just riding round that 95 in my '95 and I'm cruising off a couple them blunts bitch I'm slumped turn up my music hoping I don't lose it gas tank on half a tank and I'm moving don't know when I plan to stop bitch I'm just cruising I might roll up to speaker's spot might roll up another blunt talking all of that shit about blunt wraps bitch I know you gonna hit this once (bitch) don't listen to them rappers girl 'cause they front I know them other rappers hating baby 'cause they suck soundscan could suck my dick hit the internet for TV's greatest hits 'cause I got a lot of them fans is steady spotting him up at Knott's Berry No. I'm not scary But clearly I love Halloween and horror flicks no, I'm no freak show and no, I'm not gonna kill my chick so can you quit with all the asenine questions ideas, and suggestions God, I'll send my blessings... Repeat Chorus
G.S.C.M. 03:07
Lyrics: Chorus: Great Summer Cruise Music (repeat 2x) Verse: In my homie's '98 Pontiac cruising, red like "Christine" paint still pristine homie got the rims on it too bitch don't get it screwed bitch this is real shit yo I thought you knew it I ain't like the environment that I grew in shit got better but my childhood was stupid remembering the whip Gee used to take us to school in steering column open on a '94 Buick I ain't gotta lie and I ain't gotta prove shit like what the fuck I got to lie for I'm a square ass fucking white boy who really don't do shit some shit I been involved in yeah, it was stupid but bitch I got through it singing "GREAT SUMMER" Repeat Chorus
Lyrics: Part 1: Just enjoy the show if you don't then Get The Fuck Out! Part 2: I don't want you standing out in the crowd at none of my shows acting too cool for these hoes why you standing in the front row you ain't joogin with the fans hope they beat your ass where you stand on some mosh pit (MOSH PIT!) like yeah, we here to start shit like 1,2,3,4, 3,2,1 and go now jump around like you crumping but bitch you better do something sing along to your favorite songs or just wave your hands 'til your arms get numb bitch go dumb and rep where you from like 1: Just enjoy the show if you don't then Get The Fuck Out! 2: I don't want you standing out in the crowd at none of my shows acting too cool for these hoes why you standing in the front row you ain't joogin with the fans hope they beat your ass where you stand on some mosh pit (MOSH PIT!) like yeah, we here to start shit like 1,2,3,4, 3,2,1 and go now jump around like you crumping but bitch you better do something sing along to your favorite songs or just wave your hands 'til your arms get numb bitch go dumb and rep where you from like 1: Just enjoy the show if you don't then Get The Fuck Out! Ellacopter shit Ellacopter shit Fuck Y'all!
Dirt 02:22
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Lyrics: Part 1: I just got "Zombie" on bluray and I got hot cheetos on my new J's in L.A. on a Tuesday gotta be back in Vegas by "noon-say" might miss my flight but who could say I can't bitch I ain't but I will if I wanna but you know I ain't gonna Bluray player got coach 'cause it's cheaper it's starting to get easier for me to carry my reefer on flight movie sucking dick like always and I'm trying to get a stewardess to blow me in the hallway like "Ooh Judy" pretty face with a huge booty in my backpack going through movies whole inside smell like doobies I say it smells like Christmas but some say it smells like dookie but thats my life hope I don't get caught so I pray before every flight goodnight Part 2: Riding in this rental I for sure know I ain't pick it out bumping my new shit in this bitch and you know this shit is loud ain't no subs up in this bitch but this shit'll do gotta hit this hotel then hit this Dennys up for some food 'cause I'm hungry can't say I'm starving because I ain't art is the heart the children of the world don't get to paint I remember in first grade how life was just so great and now I look at the kids and all I see is a bunch of hate these thoughts run through my mind as I'm driving 100 miles more these hills I keep climbing these roads that I explore it's a triumph a figure of speech deep inside its another lecture for myself thats just how I like to write shit Bridge: Therapeutic, therapeutic it's beauty I don't know what to do with My life, is crazy (PARADISE) I don't know where I'm going from here (PARADISE) from here (PARADISE) the road can't stop it can't stop me no I know I know not what I know not will destroy me so I won't it can't stop me no no it can't stop me no Part 3: I'm a Las Vegas legend motherfucker I ain't lying bitch check my resume your jobs I ain't applying you're dying and I'm flying high in the sky with the diamonds you're probably realizing right about now that I'm the flyest hi it's cool ain't the word that's just absurd jokes and jokes you poked and woke up this nerd who came around and fucked up the game and came in like Ferguson "explained it all" now these rappers see I'm murking them Bitch I'm calling all these "Clarissas" out trying to be pretty bitches open a book and shut your motherfucking mouth take that STD shit back to the clinic and get a motherfucking dentist it looks like you ain't seen that bitch in a fucking minute and I'm fucking finished fucking bitches you know you ain't fuckin with it.


released December 14, 2013

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