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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