Could not stress to me i wasn't grown, especially on nights
Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes
With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat
But hey yo look, money from across the street
Look it something they can't ever see
Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie
I find dimes like nine - five
Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice
Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.
Can barely walk the city streets
I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk
We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,
I'm everything that they call nice
Girl back up and give a high five
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