Текст песни Elm Street - 2Dimm

RIP Razor Ramon
How apropos
Feel asymptomatic I got them symptoms
I'm feeling cold
Rocking fools gold so who fooled who hoe?
Skinny Kukulinski I'm feeling bold
Gun it we know the code
Big bad wolf meet me outside
Death match rules will be applied
If you feel obliged this is Chucky verses Malakai
Jason on a Friday night
Freddy tucked in beddy bye
Tell me why
Kelly Rowland on my mind when ripping mics
Up up up and away
Demons look like Sasha Grey
I feel like Conway leaking Bang
I'm pushing buttons today
Now fuck off
Don't go chasing water falls
Go kiss a Kalashnikov
Bitches licking crystal balls just to see a crystal fall
I'm nasty
Don't you scurvy motherfuckers at me
I'm dirty dancing
Got the condoms in the backseat
Stop looking for a daddy
Grab your ankles throw that ass back like you saw the mother fucking great Gatsby
This ain't what the fuck you want
Listen to devils
I send you back to god
Gloves is off
These boys soft
One more road to cross guess I cop to laying the law
Cinderellas lame ass OD'd at the ball
Y'all got burial plots sewn in your character arc
Even Tony Stark died going to war with his heart
Where I'm from sleeping beauties lie dead in the park
And your pastor getting head on the job
Praise Allah

Peep me
Trust I take this war shit deeply
Fuck with i?
Wake up on Elm Street
Peep me
Trust I take this war shit deeply
Fuck with i?
Fuck around meet Eazy

RIP the ones that are dead to me with their promises
I pass along my condolences to their accomplices
You gotta bear in mind you aren't talking to a bottom bitch
I am intricate
You're warned of hell while I was sent from it
If you gotta problem with me hit me in the DM
When I talk about X I'm only referring DM
This world is gungeons and dragons you're talking to the DM
Cause we drag these guns on peons this ain't TDM
It's every man for them selves
Passing the belt is wishful thinking
But we ain't wishing you well
Welcome to hell
That's what we offer
We off your head for the sake of the tales
I'm off of the rails
The comparison's pale
It's coffins to nails
Spitting up blood hands in the mud with your teeth in your hands
This is the feeling of being a prodigy lost in the sand
Of the hour glass
As the hours pass lungs filling up fast
But their capacity's grand
This was not part of the plan
Like a fret my hand is the one on your neck
If I am down for the count guess I am the one in the end
I'm Freddy Kruger on Elm Street
I'll make you run in your head
Only time you're in your bag is uh
When you are dead
Yeah!
I feel untouchable!
See this horn on my temple formed from the migraines
Godly flows and attitude of a devil
The pastures a rebel
I have to be careful
A past that is dreadful
These powers are helpful and enhanced through a record
Ha

Peep me
Trust I take this war shit deeply
Fuck with i?
Wake up on Elm Street
Peep me
Trust I take this war shit deeply
Fuck with i?
Fuck around meet Eazy