Only in a horror flick could you see titties in outer space
I guess its the only way to sell a movie not the killers giving chase
Not the story behind the giant leprechaun or the man behind the mask
But the thirty something year old teens who love to show off all their a**
And everyone should know to follow the rules if you want to live
So I simply avoid going in the woods and staying in a creepy a** cabin
Stereotypically the first to go is the one African American
Then the guy who investigates that sound is usually one of many Caucasians
The Asians have the wrathful ghost who probably died from suicide
But everyones gets eaten by a horde of zombies who walk slower than an apple pie
And don't forget the idiot who said that he'd be back
While the other pragmatic morons try to rationalize their unusual mishaps
Seemingly theres an urban myth a lesson to not go against the grain
Like doing drugs and drinking and all the "do not's" our parents say
Therefor I'll always leave the car running even if its over night
So I don't drop my keys while frantically trying to get inside
And I will attend an AA meeting before a weekend spent at summer camp
Then satisfy my urges by watching late night Skinimax
And only hang with Hispanics, because with any other race Im surely doomed
But clearly Im always thinking that I'll only have to outrun you
And if or when the killer comes I will quickly put a bullet in it's head
Than chop him up in tiny pieces to make sure the f**kers dead
But as corny as they may be I will alway be their biggest fan
Nothing like a horror movie especially when they make me laugh
~ JJF ~