Freddy Krueger

[Verse 1] Now I may be the devil in disguise with eyes in my lies Put a bed-a-bye stories in my night time coffee Put it on the tab and we go run around all down-town All night until we get in a fight at a round-about Take a pill, turn on a movie but make sure it's Nightmare on Elm Street So go up a fright hill for kelm lean and get frightened by the Night time and in plus time you'll be dead from the ketchup gunk At the top of the bottle so fondle a roman numeral Then take a super bowl and throw it at the players Ain't nobody I know, a prayer so I prayer but I don't so phont You so potent that I get a crone tent for them with gems in a fem Put it in the blemish that you faggots with make-up wear So wear it out and push it out like you do for a poop So scoop the poop and get a pooper scooper so it's a flooper With lubricant so it can come out and squeeze it's way on out And I'll pick out the shiniest booger and throw it at you Elijah Yeah you a liar, you ain't got shit so you're stuck in a fuckin' tire! [Hook] Five knives on a glove (what?) Freddy's gonna (what's he gonna do?) Freddy's gonna kill you (kill me?) Yeah, Freddy's gonna (kill me) [Verse 2] Ain't nobody I know not a killer Ain't nobody I know not iller than a crock So get a cock and stuff it in the crock pot So pair the height and compare the fright Put it in plight and do a flight on a Soul Plane With a new dame in a new lane, (go one lane) Pressing charges like you were at Pearl Harbor bombing With fire bombs and fire-arms, guns, puns and more fun With the rum and the liquor so fitter it's a bitter in a kidder suit Who gives a... shoot, I lost a booklet at a fuck-let's party Like Elijah who ends up being a liar, saying I was a dick in middle school Bitch you have the take time out of your day to diss and say I suck But couldn't even make a diss record if you wanted to So give it to Marty and send it to my mail and have 'em all hail Cause their is a crown in it and I crucked it, very vividly So it's a new policy in a new economy of Soul Echo Fowl breath, sour breast milk so feast on the silk The silky smooth grooves that you assholes are as slow As my dick when it moves and grooves But I move ten times as fast as you, asshead! It's no longer an asset, bitch! [Hook] Five knives on a glove (what?) Freddy's gonna (what's he gonna do?) Freddy's gonna kill you (kill me?) Yeah, Freddy's gonna (kill me) [Verse 3] I got a kill 'em all, I got to grill them all In a hall next to a wall and burn 'em so fast That they buddies go aww and make me a new law With a new craw and the bird got a new claw Now it's living in a very pivoting fashion But my point of view is asking for you asshole to be passing The elastic band-aids to the Fantastic Four's fandom Put it back together when Tech N9ne be the Michael Myers Eminem be the Jason and Chuckee be the Bushwick so he likes to party And fuck chicks all night to the stereo in the studio it's a new thing To be sold new things from a fole who acts like a fool So cruel and blue so he chews and chews no pussy He sucks dick like Strife Kid in a party with incest and farting So he has a vest to be fole so he braindead looking into a mirror Asking himself questions like "who am I? Who's that guy?" So you think you know Kung Fu? Well you need to know the Art of War So read up on it and maybe you faggots can get to dissing it straight Stop being so motherfuckin' gay, I'm reppin' the zoned out state of mind [Hook] Five knives on a glove (what?) Freddy's gonna (what's he gonna do?) Freddy's gonna kill you (kill me?) Yeah, Freddy's gonna (kill me)