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 sick, abundant dreaming For a new cause Hit the piles Lookin' for a new job Wake up with the bed While you pussies try to slay I'm the Freddie mayne Fuck the game Looking for a new bang Oh shit What the hell you talkin' 'bout? Bitch its the new way, Freddie way 'Bout to make a separate 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