Evil Fantasy

Hello, I'm Bob Ross
And I'd like to welcome you to the 20th joy of painting series
Son-of-a gun it's hard for me to believe this is the 20th series
But it, it is and I'd like to thank you very much for inviting me back
For another series of paint

Once was a killer
And I got to butcher crips
Run up in your shit
Gonna let you take a dip
In my evil fantasy
Won't you run and come with me
To the deep deep part of
More than you can see
I'm a ghost I'm a demon
And I'm seeking when your dreaming
For a new cause
Hit the pause
Looking for a new job
Wake up with the bed
While you pussy's try to slay
I'm the Freddie mayne
Fuck the game
Looking for a new bang
Oh shit
What the hell you talking bout?
Bitch its the new way
Freddie made
Bout to make a seperate lane

Oh my God you's a bitch motherfucker
Why'd you try to play me like a bitch motherfucker?

Hold this bust of indica
Bout to come and fuck it up
Freddie know there's something up
And you know I'm bout to bust

Oh my God you's a bitch motherfucker
Why'd you try to play me like a bitch motherfucker?

Listen bitch you tryna smoke
Try to smoke the holy ghost
If I hear you fucking choke
Damn this bitch has got to go