Freddy Krueger Freestyle

Bitch, I'm Nascar, who are you? Hey, yeah, haha Ayy, whoa, ha, ayy, ha I'm just playin' 'round, this a lil' freestyle or whatever Ayy, haha Juxtapose, mental asylum, don't fuck with those I fuck your bitch, then I suck her toes Her pussy bald just like Amber Rose Matter fact, it be bald like an eagle When I'm in it, she sing just like C-note Too much drip homie, let me fuck through the pee-hole Changed my mind homie, I got an ego Guns on my body, bitch, I feel like a hobby 'Cause I cannot deal with yo ass I'm itchin' for homies 'cause I keep the glockie Inside my muhfuckin' tote bag (Damn) I'm in the party, lookin' at yo shawty Because I like the way she throw that 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 Bitch, I been starvin' for too long, so now it's time to eat I'm at the party, play my song and everybody geeked Lil' bitch, I feel like Freddy Krueger, see you in your dreams Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep