Freddy's Dead
(专辑: MC Chris Is Dreaming - 2016)
If you go to bed you might find Fred Call Freud if annoyed with the
thoughts in your head The
nightmares that you share come from sexual leering Fuck Carl Jung and his dumb Darwinist theories Freddy's all in your walls, he's all up in your tub He got really long arms and he just wants a
hug He's made up of maggots and bleeds green slime Cleared of all killings but he's still serving time Wasn't read his rights so it's Five Nights at Freddy's He's the
deadly medley of features that are not friendly A
glove with five knives that's mighty fine for shredding Fill your room with feathers and mess up all your bedding A
boiler room planet is where he resides Just like a
labyrinth composed of pipes Ready or not no matter how you hide It's always right behind with his knives in your spine A
complicated kill not the
dopiest zombie A
steam punk that you debunk with copious coffee Freddy Krueger hates Keurig and scoffs at biscotti He's not Illuminati but he got a
lot of bodies One, two, he's coming for you Three, four, better shut your door Five, six, grab your crucifix Slasher flicks: how I
get my kicks '41 December but there's no sign of Santa For the
Hathaway helpers had abandoned Amanda While repeatedly raped in a
cage full of crazies A
fearsome foe was forged in the
fires of Hades The
bastard bouncing baby of 10,000 maniacs maybe Wasn't born to be a
brainiac a
sadist in training Killed a
hamster with a
hammer—what baffling behavior Wait until later when he's relishing razors Krueger was a
cutter, kinda like Kylo Always sorta pyscho and into gloves like Michael Daily basement beatings made him impartial to pain But his father got the
furnace, soon he'd suffer the
same His mother was a
nutter now, a
nun in a
habit Never knew her or pursued, just managed his sadness Dropout opted for adventure now pop's out of the
picture Christmas sweater forever and the
fedora's a
fixture One, two, he's coming for you Three, four, better shut your door Five, six, grab your crucifix Slasher flicks: how I
get my kicks A
jovial janitor beneath the
city's silos At that point an amateur, his homework's homicidal The
jingle from his ride'll make the
minors run amok He's like sweet tooth see his truck and your fucked Everything was just a
front, a
wife and kid he didn't love In his cellar kept his clippings and a
gallery of gloves Twenty kids went missing, the
police were pissing blood Cathy was laughing but soon she'd be missing mom Said she'd never tell but she totally did He smiled through the
trial, was acquitted, no shit Parents wanted him punished 'cause the
jury's unjust Burned him the
boiler room, hid the
bones in a
trunk While his skin began to bubble his parting fully failed Dream demons came to see him, skulls with spiny tails They offered immortality, reality would be his dreams Mortal Kombat fatalities on smart-alecky teens One, two, he's coming for you Three, four, better shut your door Five, six, grab your crucifix Slasher flicks: how I
get my kicks One, two, he's coming for you Three, four, better shut your door Five, six, grab your crucifix Slasher flicks: how I
get my kicks