Freddy Krueger Freestyle

(album: Fed Up! - 2019)

Bitch, I'm Nascar, who are you?
Hey, yeah, haha (You already know what the fuck going on)
Ayy, whoa, ha, ayy, ha
I'm just playing 'round, this a lil' freestyle or whatever (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, haha (Bitch, bitch, bitch)

Juxtapose (Yeah), mental asylum, don't fuck with those
I fuck your bitch, then I suck her toes (Mwah)
Her pussy bald just like Amber Rose (Yeah)
Matter fact, it be bald like an eagle (Yeah, woah)
When I'm in it, she sing just like C-note
Too much drip on me, fuck through the pee-hole (Yeah, oh, woah)
Changed my mind homie, I got an ego (Haha)
Guns on my body, bitch, I feel like a hobby 'cause I cannot deal with yo ass (Yo ass)
I'm itching for homies 'cause I keep the Glocky inside my motherfucking tote bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in the party, looking at yo shawty because I like the way she throw that (Damn)
He looking sorry 'cause Nascar too rowdy, I told his bitch ass, "Take a Prozac" (Damn)
I see demons in my sleep, that's why I do not sleep (Yeah)
Bitch, I been starving for too long, so now it's time to eat (Yeah)
I'm at the party, play my song and everybody geeked
Lil' bitch, I feel like Freddy Krueger, see you in your dreams (Oh-woo)

Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep (Yeah)
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep (Fuck, fuck)
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep (Ayy, fuck)
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep (Ayy, yeah)

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Haha