This is a song about "Linden"

Our lyrics attack more savagely than a siberian bloodhound fuck off clowns

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

I turn around and its freddy kruger from elm street

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

So let the trumpet sound, let’s make some noise so they hear it,

When you hear the sound of the trumpet thats the sound of my triumph

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Take a buddy holly holiday

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Nightmare on elm street no matter how fast i run i still get beat. there's no

Have no souls indeed

When they see me on elm street