This is a song about "Freddy lutz"

Freddy jumped out from under the car and stabbed me in my eyeball

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Agression of freddy kreuger in bed im a night terrorist

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

Her name rearranged displays her fate: exile by e, there's the dang match

I turn around and its freddy kruger from elm street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Close your eyes for freddy but open em for jason,say my name five times fats and its me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

As controversial as mcgruder, n' as deadly as freddy kruger

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Freddy, are you ready, we heavy, fresh buddha,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Cause i'll come creep in while your sleepin then pretend to be freddy