Lyrics Body Snatcher - SAYZEE

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