And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure
You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure
I pulled out my mace and sprayed freddy in the face
Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze
I turn around and its freddy kruger from elm street
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Oh no we got to slow the city down
It's just my soda mixed with brown
Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall
Freddy jumped out from under the car and stabbed me in my eyeball
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
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