Do You Believe in God?

One, two, Freddy's coming for you Three, four, better lock your door Five, six, grab your crucifix Seven, eight, gonna stay up late Nine, ten, never sleep— FUCKTHEPOPULATION (Aye, aye, aye, aye) Pulling up with the pump (yeah!) Slugs that'll make you slumped Drugs always keep me numb Wake up in the morning just to pop some Bitch, it's FUCKTHEPOPULATION Bodies in my basement Lord of the forsaken, watching bitches fornicating (shit!) Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan Triple six be my language Smoking on something that's flagrant Shooting up something that's tainted Raindrops cover my dreadlocks Mood 21 Savage, that Red Opps Might get my face tatted with a tear drop Shell-shocked leaving bodies on the sidewalk Six days 'til my death, on the seventh let me be Lower level dwelling, now the devil rocking FTP Ruby setting trends but in the end, he wants his breath to cease Leopard print all on his body, body hanging off the Sphinx Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinning out the herd Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm, poisoning the dirt Ruby going to find his death and flirt Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn, cut up into thirds Ruby got a broken oath he once swore, take him back to church Ruby bloody fist up her skirt