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troldmanden - elm street lyrics

[verse 3 – twisted insane]
on elm street with freddy krueger runnin ready eddy scissorhands
i know motherf-ckers that’ll off your baby mama n-gga for about a grand
if they really wanna turn around and go and play a b-tch move
i can bring the devil right up in your kitchen, you be sweatin’
what the f-ck, i thought you was the man
you could be just walkin’ hand in hand, i’m in the minivan and i be lurkin’
pull up on you, roll the window down and i been waiting just to put the work in
it’s that floor boards, you want more gore?
pull up on you, hit you with the four door
got a n-gga fiendin’ for the horrorcore
and them big fat beef curtains
i was always into dark sh-t, and them b-tches always
wanna get to know a n-gga that was settled different but a
motherf-cker became so heartless
sit up on the roof and wait about a week to get my target
talkin’ sh-t’ll get you eradicated from the brain, don’t play smart, b-tch!
really? you don’t want me, silly-dilly
hit ’em with the milli, smokin’ on the philly
i be in the corner by myself, lookin’ like some nutcase
b-tches always wanna come around a show and give a n-gga that f-ck face
all they really get is maybe diggin bullets, trash bags and duct tape
murder, wake ’em up and then i make a n-gga swallow bullets
if you wanna go against a demon, i’mma bring it to you in the fullest
talkin’ like he really wanna run on with the ammunition, get to bussin’
i’mma have this motherf-cker really fussin’ when a n-gga pull it
-you don’t want that though-
n-gga, that’s that sick sh-t
shoot ’em up then zip them
in a bag, give toe-tag
yep n-gga, them my victims
anybody wanna go to battle better ask who you kiddin’
signed to the brainsick so i keep it brainsickin’
n-gga, mashin’ a b-tch’s face like potatoes
feed a n-gga more god of war like i’m kratos
bussin’ ’em and i hit ’em with the fully auto
then eat ’em up like tomatoes
you know, tom-ah-to, tom-ay-to…
ever since i was 13, i always knew how to steal cable
we ain’t never had a dime and always got handouts and sh-t
keep on try’na stand out and sh-t
they gon’ be yellin’ “man down” in here, brain!

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