Body Snatcher

Listen I hollow man like hollowman Big ghost say boo like Apollo fans You switch sides like Juwanna man Trying kill Freddy you ain't got a plan Mama saw a picture of a demon in her sonogram I count green like a sonics fan, let me spell it out like a monogram On ice like RumChata you be capping like a sombrero when the suns hotter Bambata, Drumroll wake up with a horse head sort of like the Godfather Charles Bronson death wish you know who's guns hotter Bullets too expensive choking off a lung water Blow up the pack and no I'm not talking gun powder One shower leave them dumb sour, I'm in her nightmare I'll be back in half an hour, Blood up in the hot tub I forgot the towel I fuck your pool party up because Freddy living foul Drive a school bus off a cliff full of kids It's dinner time bitch you better eat what I give The Mac 10 Time for some action Drop my phone number like I'm Mike Jones didn't love me back then I had to dig a grave cash money Mac Mane Crackheads in a pack the van call me Pac-Man A vampire they can't even take a photo I pull up in Japan like Shigeru Miyamoto And I don't joke around less I'm talking to Manolo Pull up with Latinos in a lizard green low low You talking to the nightmare sideways that's a No No Black hoodie black mask you don't see the logo It's the invasion of the body snatcher You run from me then I'll probably catch ya It's the invasion of the body snatcher You run from me then I'll probably catch ya Body check ya probably wreck ya the clip Double decker probably knock off your wig I hollowman like Kevin bacon I was baking in the kitchen for this cook up I need seven aprons I'll send your soul to the sky big space station I killed them back in part five, no PlayStation The blade stick you where your heart adjacent I play Freddy you can play Jason!!! ayeeee Them hoes run we do not chase em aye I got a chainsaw for operation wait I'm getting brained, off my Aims off Still curve a bullet round the corner hit a raindrop Ground wet but this ain't WAP until my lane pop Puffy, Mase, told me that I can't stop But the state of rap I can't watch Nobody got bars self snitch right on the gram Should drive a cop car I'm sipping Wockhart with Akbar Now what you thought whore Run up on you kick off the locked door This the seventh nightmare but I got more This the seventh nightmare but I got more