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x2 Straight from the follow me F-R-E-D Dredd is me Bloods worth the loss, then the Glocks worth the trust Full clip on my hip Homicide makes me Leave a stank in the room What you see will make you hurl Kill you and your fucking girl Tips shine like a pearl Put you in that fucking murder case Everyone will know this face Last thing you see is the famous double D Its an Consequences make me People choose how they lose, motherfuckin make you snooze With a hollow point to your brain, then youll know what Its such a shame that your life had to end with a bang Theres a god and it is me Kill you in your fuckin sleep Creepin through your fuckin dreams Motherfuckers will know me Theres a god and it is me Kill you in your fuckin sleep Creepin through your fuckin dreams Motherfuckers will know me x
Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out Th- The sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out Th- The sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out Turn it out, turn it out, turn it out, turn it out Th- The sounds of the turn it- turn it out, turn it out Sounds- sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out I got plenty packs Of the boof you can not pass And the sight that youve seen Got me lookin like a fiend I envisioned all of this Come out here and reminisce With the last blunt Take it off, feel it hit, like em all I cant Its for show I keep it on the low When you see the demon Dont forget to let him know That Im coming quick Gas hit Bout to take off in this bitch Get so hot Im fuckin wit Down in dirt you cause a fit Just a little piece of shit Fuckin with the wrong clique Packed with my shit Bustin with my fuckin mitts Baseball bats just sittin in my fuckin room Sittin all confused When that gonna start to bruise
Genshin, go back to hell I just came back, from the motherfucking black With the sack, filled with rack Watch my motherfucking Mac Its a fact that I’m choosing you, what the fuck you gonna do? Its your motherfucking cue, time to go now that youre due Can you feel the fucking pain? Seeping through your fucking brain You think that I ain’t deranged? Feel the blood rush through my face Hit my motherfucking phone, if you wanna fucking go I will kill you fucking slow, but you died so long ago See my razor blade, cuttin through your fuckin brain Youre afraid, that youre gonna die Bouta close your fuckin eyes Bet you wished you fucking prayed Now you bouta catcha fade Laying in the dark shade Decayed body with the stain It’s so quiet where I am ’Bout to make a master plan Can you see the diagram? Where Im ’bout to kill the man Killin on a fuckin spree Gonna fucking guarantee Im a fuckin’ killer b Yous a fuckin wannabe Cut with your razor blade Slit with your razor blade Erase with your razor blade Can you feel the fuckin pain? Cut with your razor blade Slit with your razor blade Erase with your razor blade You will never be the same
Pay for the task Know what to do Blood streaming down your neck Think about whats next OH, the fucking Freddie Dredds Standing in your room With a Glock .45 Pointing right at your eyes Fuck this bitch on the low Fuck this shit imma go Unload the ammo I dont need no camo Im creeping then leaving cuz you got to go Looked in the back Drunk, riding real slow Was your bitch on the side Getting top ?witcha 5 points From the next dream? Bitch was gone DOOMSET killas kill, ?real phonk trillas? Devil shit what I bump, fill me with madness Cut your body put it in the mother fucking Trash can; plastic shit Rope round the bitch with a knife To your throat now you cant say wait
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Lyrics from snippet Squidward Mr. Krabs Plankton Rest in peace to all the bitches that I ever slowly slaughtered Thats your daughter? Im her father Wrapped around her neck, dont bother You a busy bitch? A stupid bitch A Loser, bitch—
Wake up in the morning Grab my smokes, I’m kinda late Got seven missed calls on my phone, Im feelin great I aint calling bitches back Hell nah, I stay on track Check my schedule oh its something? Imma hit you later check I be boss pimpin, coupe flippin, Deal it then you will be Tripping call me from my cell You call again, I see you next time I be boss pimpin, coupe flippin, Deal it then you will be Tripping call me from my cell You call again, I see you next time It been 10 a.m. my time aint limitless Take a sniff I know you feeling this Spending all your money ah Take one hit you fucking fall I be boss pimpin, coupe flippin, Deal it then you will be Tripping call me from my cell You call again, I see you next time I be boss pimpin, coupe flippin, Deal it then you will be Tripping call me from my cell You call again, I see you next time I be boss pimpin, coupe flippin, Deal it then you will be Tripping call me from my cell You call again, I see you next time
Die you fuckin joke Die you fuckin’ joke Die you fuckin joke Genshin, go back to hell I just want to go where everybody know Im just creeping round’ the corner kill a motha fucking loner With the gat, hear the clap in the motha fucking distance No assistance, its just me Just killed yo weak ass team Can you feel the fuckin heat? When I am so damn elite Get the beat, on the ground, do not make a fucking sound Crack ya head, then ya dead Then I go to fuckin’ bed Dream about the evil things Killin’ every single thing Im the king of the demons You will never be a freeman I’m just saying, I aint playin all these mothafuckin games Yousa’ motha fucking lame Get the fuck up out my lane I am Freddie Dredd the man Gonna cut you spick and span You did this to yourself You are bad for your health Just hangin from a shelf Imma take your fuckin mouth Just admit it, you gonna quit it All you have to do is commit to the suicide Bitch your mine I just wanna tell you lies x2 Oh, ya know You got to fuckin go You stupid fuckin hoe Just playin for the show Oh, ya know I- to fucking blow I hope you fucking choke And die you fuckin joke
All Summer Beach Summer Beach Im just gonna sit here let it blow Pay the toll I am in control Mothafucka dig that hole I aint one to play with Fuckin damage play the fuckin playlist Phone, in my hand now leave that motha fucka dead Aint no fuckin clone, Ima stand here all alone With the thought-in my mind that your body still alive Scopin like Im in a fuckin dream Trippin off a bean Livin lavish, Im just havin fun with my fuckin team Ima stay posted at the summer beach bitch Where you can always find me chillin with the dead snitch And I let your body go, in the ocean now we know that youre floating safely, bodies pasty killin bustas is so tasty Ima stay posted at posted the summer beach bitch Ima stay posted at posted the summer beach bitch Ima stay posted at posted the summer beach bitch Ima stay posted at posted the summer beach bitch
Genshin, go back to hell Dark king abyss What the fuck you thinking bitch? Leave you hanging from a bridge Body cold as a fridge Control everything evil Bitch, you know I fucking mean it Bitch, you know I seen it Bitch, Im high, I’m leaning Bitch, you know I ate some kind of motherfucking loco Bitch, you know Im riding local in my motherfucking moto Got that clip, run that shit Do not ever test me, bitch I will kill you when I feel it Motherfucker, thats appealing Lunatic, with the shit, kill a motherfucking bitch Watch my Glock Hold the top, keep it rocking with the underground shit I state that, you ain’t that Bleeding from your head — it aint fair Theres more there Im addicted to the motherfucking murder scene Devil shit its in my head I never ever wanted that Imma just do what Im told Murder all these monsters Cause I think they so cold Motherfuck a pig Motherfuck a opp Motherfucker should have run it down my fucking block You dont even know What you comin’ through Freddie got the fucking fool Staying in your head, boo What the fuck did I just do?
Genshin, go back to hell Back from fiendin, once again I killed a man What the fuck you heard about me, I dont really understand Im just gonna shut yo eye so you can leave the other side Rest in peace you fuckin bitch Now Im more careful, this a snitch Livin on a death sentence I can hear the fuckin message of your crying For some help, I find you hangin from a shelf Bodys cold, Satans home Were you bout to roam alone the depth of Hell? Now please prevail, the demons that be fuckin creepin Never test me, bitch you messing Now you keepin secrets? Must be fuckin with the wrong busta Why the Freddie so damn steady? With the knife, I slice and dice I keep the toolie by my side Now watch the blood, drip, I hear you screamin for a bit For my name, you insane, that you asking for the mane I dont give a fuck where your carcass bout to fucking stay Im a god damn psychopath, with the knife up to your chest Ive carved your skin Damn its so thin Just wait a min and youll be fin Freddie overload, Im a killa dont you know? Merkin suckas like its nothin, evil is the life I chose Freddie overload, killing bustas on the go Never look at me or you will see your fate, now please just fuckin wait Freddie overload, Im a killa dont you know? Merkin suckas like its nothin, evil is the life I chose Freddie overload, killing bustas on the go Never look at me or you will see your fate, now please just fuckin wait
Its a shame but it aint no thing to me cause I Its a shame but it aint no thing to me cause I Its a shame but it aint no thing to me cause I Its a shame but it aint no thing to me cause I Imma about to bust it, lose it Can you feel the bass? Its moving Feel it in yo tender head The pain is here, it wants you dead I see you hangin your room just chillin bumpin Freddie tunes You take the knife and slice it nice You see the blood you thinking twice Breathing slow Aint no more Screaming till you hit the floor In before the demon cut ya up and take ya soul Now stop Take a second just to think what you have done You will take your final step until the devil takes you back Its a fact That you gonna die Just might as well the end is now You fuckin with the 45 You hear my voice you hypnotized Freddie is a killa He gon kill you in yo dreams You are such a simple boy You think you clever with that noise Its a shame but it aint no thing to me cause I Its a shame but it aint no thing to me cause I Its a shame but it aint no thing to me cause I
Help My arms theyre frozen AJ, what the fuck? Help, Help! Splash All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall Creepin through the dark and Im lookin for the murder Cold blooded motha fucka that you never heard of Hunt in the night and Im killin these bustas Im catchin the case and Im slaughterin suckas Throwin they bodies inside of a dungeon Im talkin to demons inside of my mind Freddie got the .9 put a hole in yo time Grip yo heart then I make yo soul mine Worship the devil from dusk to dawn Run in the middle with a knife wit a mask on Grip my blade then I hold that shit tight Take a nigga life then this shit on site Pentagram scraped in my hand Devilish nigga with devilish plans Triple 6 all in my mind Look into the devils eyes All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall Took a hoe, on the go Put em in the trunk, with a - 4 mac 10s Straight with it in with the vest Stuff a body in the lake, yous a motha fuckin snake Yous a hoe, you dont wanna go skiin when it snow Bitch Im gonna kill a motha fucka Slice ya ass down like some motha fuckin butta You know that Im blind Killing cold Satan leads me back to home Demons roll Cry for a hoe I will never let you go You deserve, what you get You will never understand, what I do to please who? King of the underground Hells my home, shed a tear Im the one who will revere All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall All I see is All I know is I get nowhere at all Im climbing this fuckin lip And hopefully, I wont fall
Im walking through the fucking dungeon can you feel the heat Im blinded by the fucking darkness no i cant compete You cannot tussle with a motherfucker just like me I guarantee that you will be the only one who sees I cannot trust another person who can end a life Just admit that you cant see what is so deep inside I wish I could go back and change the path I would have took The only problem is the devil will keep overlook Ana on my mind you wanna see where you gon die Im gonna keep on with my grind And I aint bout to waste my time And before I take another step upon another pedestal I think about what happened in my mind when I was hypnotized Im walking through the fucking dungeon can you feel the heat Im blinded by the fucking darkness no i cant compete
I just wanna smoke Roll it up and take a toke Your bitch, she gon choke When my hands on her throat Let her fly away cos today ain’t her day Freddie gonna choose When you die, Its okay Keep a kill count On these bitches mane One, two, three And I got a Glock on me Im a killer Im a getting with my shit you know its free And a stone, and a streets When I scrape you feel a hit When it comes to dope I keep on smokin and Im goin up
Colder than a motherfuckin tundra I dont wanna think about whats under Worry bout these stupid things Wastin all my time its seems Thats ok, go away Or I might just end yo day War zone battlefield Im just here to make a deal With the devil Heavy metal coming to yo face Click clack, boom bam Imma end it with that Silly bitch, fuckin hoe Gonna put u on the floor I dont really give a fuck what the fuck u sayin Im so fuckin angry I might go super saiyan Blunt pass, hit the gas Feelin wavy in my past Wishin I could give a fuck Ridin clean n gettin buck Gettin buck Ridin clean n gettin buck Gettin buck Ridin clean n gettin buck Gettin buck Gettin buck Gettin buck Gettin buck
Genshin, go back to hell Drownin in the motherfuckin’ pool of blood Slit your throat and then I dip, cause I aint, got time to fuck with shit Can you hear the voices all up in my head? All these bustin’ mother fuckas gonna wind up fucking dead Who the fuck are all these motherfuckin bitches? Gonna wind up in the ditches Cant you ever fucking see Im busy, bitch? Bout to keep me fucking rich Imma say, Imma do What the fuck ever I want Just avoid any conversation Do you get the point? I’mma kill, I’mma scheme Imma pop a fucking bean Fuckin’ with my fuckin team Brightest light youve ever seen From the barrel, its apparel That I wear up on my wrist Feel the heat straight from the dark abyss
Genshin, go back to hell I feel it in my blood Smokin on the fucking bud Like a flood, in the spring Gonna make it fucking rain I entertain, not for fame Flying like a fuckin’ flame It aint the same, when I bring I just waste my life away Can I say, never pay Bitches in the alleyway Find em dead by the bay I’mma keep up with my day I just seen, I just know I just want to fucking go You gon get the hammer throw All the way to Mexico Im so high up off a beat Imma tell you that its clean But it aint, Im just fucking late Every single day Who are you, who the fuck are you? Fucking with the fool? It aint cool, that you fuckin’ lose Hanging from a noose You a ghost in the fuckin’ coast Try to fuckin boast It’s the most, of a thriller Im a mother fucking killer Its surreal, better kneel To the motherfuckin God Never fuck with my squad Why are you actin’ so hard? Verse 2: Slim Guerilla Who is that? Comin out the mist Bloody knife up on my hip Bustin and cuttin these suckas I dont have to use my pistol grip Thrilla mane a player creep Caint you see I cant go to sleep Every time I try that shit Them demons always haunting me What the fuck did you just said? Bust you in your fucking head SG-Rilla mane, Freddie Dredd Now your soul is dead Creep on through the darkness Youll see my black garden I wish the rest, would try to test Ill sell your hoe for bargain Knock them hoes like dominos One by one they all fucking fall 8ball Playaz cheeky Know she spray painted on her wall Say one word, Ill make her crawl I bet she break the fucking law You treat these hoes like Pokemon I was tryna catch em all Like my blood I see that bitch Yeah she throw yo ass in a ditch Call that shit, and run that shit Just gimme up my cash, trick She have a nigga sayin, layin That he dont be murder I had to prove my point He aint no mack, he dont deserve her I nerf my hands, we get away clean Ridin out at full speed Had that playa check it out Make sure no nigga followin me Even though I made this tape I still handout for all my friends But fuck man, Imma say this shit Fore nother mother fuckin take The playaz crib
Hier spricht der Sender für die Rundfunkstelle in Liechtenstein Sie hören uns auf dem 150-m-Band Zu ihrem Vergnügen spielen wir eine Selektion moderner musikalischer Rythmen Coolin with the busta Right before I end this life Wit the motha fucking knife Take that shit and say Goodbye To the motha fucking world Gonna make you fucking hurl Take yo motha fucking girl Kill that bitch and take her pearl I dont give a fuck what you motha fucking think Pop a pill and take a drink Bout to drown you in the sink Ima motha fucking killer Creeping on the fucking pill up Better watch your fucking head, bout to end up fuckin dead Its cold up here, at the motha fucking pier Whisper in your fucking ear, turn the motha fucking gear Yous a puppet, and dont hear it Im a fuckin puppeteer Gonna make you dissapear, no ones gonna overhear x4 Bitch you dead, GO 2 BED Bout to taste the fuckin lead Bout to make a fuckin scene What the fuck you think I mean?
Take it off the motherfucking set Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Gotta love a freaky bitch who getting down on her knees mane Dont press that shit, take it slow, gotta please Hey bitch this aint no fucking game Doomshop in our own lane Resprang from you lames Lemons fucking up the game We lay it down on the ground Rulers of the underground Buck em down DJ Akoza mane, hit em with the fucking sound Bitch you wouldnt last a round With some real Gs mane Cause you is a fucking clown A fucking clown When I blast out your guts Fuck up everything I touch Swear to god thats not enough Step up, get snuffed Called out, on your bluff Too many blunts I puff Snub nose the editor Watch your back, and your front Cause you might get jumped Keep running your fucking lip I end your whole shit Right after this blunt Its gon be your last month Lame ass niggas front Murder game captain huh Murder game captain huh! Smoking on the scenic avenue We killing with the Doom Come and test a gangster, Fiend gon pull a fucking trig on you Anything can happen when you pull up to the scene Just a little warning you gon lose your tooth you see Chilling in the pit Ima fuck it up a bit Make you reminisce Gonna make me lose my shit Lose your damn mind Because Akoza hypnotize You about to break this shit Because Freddie make this shit hit Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Buckin up, motherfucker get buck Take it off the motherfucking set
Jay Purp on the beat nigga Body on the flo I dont think you live no mo Peace in mind, keep in line Im the one about to shine Fredd now you dead, Freddie is so fuckin mad It aint bad, plant the seed Im the one who the devil keeps Who the fuck is this tryna take up on my shit No no, no way Im about to end your day Dumb shit - every single day I dont wanna play, if you try to get away Silly motha fucka tryna to test me boy Dont think about it Ima hit you with the stick Dead in your eyes, hypnotized with all these lies Who the fuck is Freddie flyin up in the sky I dont really care bitch, I dont give a fuck Im the only person in the club gettin buck Ridin round clean, with the beam how it seems Ima kill you bitch you know what I mean
YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME SLEEPIN IN THE FUCKING DARK WITH THE PISTOL ON MY HIP BOUT TO BUSS YO FUCKIN LIP AINT NO FUCKING WITH THE MANE AINT MY LIFE ITS JUST THE SAME WITH THE MURDER KILLA PAIN WHYD YOU TRACKING OF MY FAME? IM JUST SIPPIN ON THA JUICE I CAN FEEL IT LIKE THE WULF HEAD THIS SMOKING I AM CHOKING ON THE WORDS THAT I CHOOSE PSYCHOPATHIC IN THIS BITCH I AM LEAVING OFF THE SHITS HIGH AS FUCK IM ABOUT TO DIP FOR THE DEVIL TELL ME THIS HELLBOUND NEVER SAFE AND SOUND FREDDIE PUT YOU IN THE GROUND MAKING MOVES WITH THE FROWN IM THE KING IM THE DEVIL IM JUST PLAYIN HEAVY METAL IN THE CHURCH I WILL LURK WATCH YA FOLD A FUCKING PERK I WILL KILL I WILL STEAL IM ABOUT TO COME AND FEEL WHA I DO WHA I DO IM ABOUT TO MURDER YOU ITS OKAY NOT TODAY CAN YOU PLEASE JUST GO AWAY IN THE BAY I WILL STAY WITH YO BODY YOU WILL LAY
Stepped up Leave it here Make the money disappear Rob your ass of all your riches Listen here, you little snitches What is going through your brain You act so quick then feel the shame Clean your act, you lookin sick When all you do is scream in pain Crick on your neck You are just a little speck In my world I wont see the day Suckas never die to play I am not a human Listen boy I come in fuming Having thoughts I am pursuing No regrets, a lovely moment Do my stick ups with a 9 Cause smash and grabs is small time Pimping keeps my pockets So better bring that money trick Running these associates While I kick back on the switch Greedy like Im Scrooge McDuck Count it you get stacks for em Pounds of weed then bag it up Talking to my banker like Why you own so many rugs? I dont really know Maybe I just like that fancy stuff Yeah like my nerve You know they gon make you cough it up Not if Im smart with it And I had to break it up
Feel it in your chest or you gonna lay to rest With ya whole damn clique Gonna run up with the shits I cannot recall ever givin a fuck One, two, three times and you gonna give up Purple clouds in the air feelin like you dont care High off a bean you know what the fuck it means Its trippy mane in my brain Think i might just go insane Im high as fuck, down as shit Depression is such a bitch Never try to test me or I put you in the dirt Think about it for a bit Leave your body fuckin hurt I got the blood of a demon and it drippin on the floor I dont wanna be like this anymore Im in another land where I can be the man Killing all these motherfuckin busters on demand
Hidin from the darkness, you will never see the light When I pull up I just might- Slit yo throat and keep it tight Ima keep the fuckin’ pill Packin all this fuckin steel Put the gat to yo back Pull the trigger that is fat Ima say it once again, Killin’ bustas on demand Pussies always fucking talk When they see maestro talk Try to listen what I say When I bust my Glock today Better motha fuckin pray As I take your life away Take a deep deep breath Feel the heat right through your chest Do not ever fuckin test With the Glock and do the best Make a motha fucka bleed Feel the weakness in your knees I think we can all agree Im so evil cant you see? I’m so evil can’t you see? I am Freddie Dredd the G Who the fuck you bout to be? Lay your body in the streets DOOMSHOP be the place where it’s never fuckin safe Bout to mother fuckin chase Put your blood onto my face DOOMSHOP be the place, DOOMSHOP be the place where its never fuckin’ safe DOOMSHOP be the place where its never fuckin safe DOOMSHOP be the place where its never fuckin safe Bout to mother fuckin chase Put your blood into my face

Doomshop, motherfucka Doomshop, motherfucka Like this I cant fight this I cant even see where the light is I cant wipe it This is just what life is Livin through this hell, when will I miss? Im saying not a damn thing Everything will stay the same Stuck in everybodys brain Freddie tell me whats the game I dont know I cant even think for myself anymore Stuck inside my bedroom, even waking is a chore Im almost done, I aint even back yet Got potential, but I dont even want that How about it, baby go and bring yo next stack Run away? I would never, pleased to come back
Oh Judge Judy, you look so sexy in that robe girl MMM, SHIT, FUCK youre such a bitch But follow me on twitter I love you, you’re the only who can judge me baby Freddie Dredd I dont give a shit about ya motha’ Im the only real Judge Judy lova Im a foo fuckin fiend for that money machine Baby get underneath yuh Ill give it for free You know who I am, bitches on demand Baby give me your hand yuh Im a real man Ima lova, a motha’ a Judge Judy hugga’ Bitches want to fuck her, my lover I judge this Ive been doing it like this for about a week When Judge Judy see them legs she get weak Ima beat my meat till I see that teet Ima move my feet till I get that From Judy, big fat booty I don’t give a fuck about them cooties I know Judge Judy wanna fuck Judge Judy suckin on my nuts I know Judge Judy wanna fuck Judge Judy suckin on my nuts I know Judge Judy wanna fuck Judge Judy suckin on my nuts
Lyrics from Snippet With my- with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang Freddie- the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain The chorus- the chorus said it, I just want your DNA Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it aint for fame With my- with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang Freddie- the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain The chorus- the chorus said it, I just want your DNA Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it aint for fame Kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot All these groupie bitches, tell them go and kick rocks The Freddie is еxclusive to my bitch, and you are not Plenty othеr people wanna be like me But they dont got the guts, or the car, or the nuts Bitches call me daddy, but Im gonna kill their daddy Smoke a fatty, I have had it Wheres my gun? And where is Bradley?
Ay, everything gotta be understood It aint no hesitation to pick up a payment go get me a check and Im good Now Im poppin like bacon these hoes wanna fake it But Im tryna hit me a joog Ay nigga drop a location quit fakin, my niggas waitin to get in yo hood Boy you a- Ay, everything gotta be understood It aint no hesitation to pick up a payment go get me a check and Im good Now Im poppin like bacon these hoes wanna fake it But Im tryna hit me a joog Ay nigga drop a location quit fakin, my young niggas waitin to get in yo hood Im a real joker bitch Comin straight up to about to see you Cant imagine whatchu seein in yo deepest darkest dreams I point a beam into ya eye Now yo body reach the sky And there aint no tellin why I killed a bunch of bitches high Throwin up a bit Now this they gon tell me this? Think Im going crazy, goin brazy Never ever think Im lazy Try to test me bitch Think of all this stupid shit Im never home Always on Sippin on some Deep in the jungle tryna make a fucking rumble Dead body chillin in the sack, what you think of that? Bone, must be fold Now yo body hit the flo Hear a dump, aint no bump I am feelin sorta slump Aint no Creepin in the motha fuckin dungeon This I know, sniffin blow, makin all this fuckin dough Aint no Creepin in the motha fuckin dungeon Bitch you dumb, aint no fun Pull the trigga all they done Aint no, Aint no Creepin in the motha fuckin dungeon, fuckin dungeon, fuckin dungeon Aint no, Aint no Creepin in the motha fuckin dungeon, fuckin dungeon Ay, everything gotta be understood It aint no hesitation to pick up a payment go get me a check and Im good Now Im poppin like bacon these hoes wanna fake it But Im tryna hit me a joog Ay nigga drop a location quit fakin, my niggas waitin to get in yo hood Boy you a- Ay, everything gotta be understood It aint no hesitation to pick up a payment go get me a check and Im good Now Im poppin like bacon these hoes wanna fake it But Im tryna hit me a joog Ay nigga drop a location quit fakin, my young niggas waitin to get in yo hood
Hopefully youll be coming out of your coma, and guess what? Ill split your fucking head open again Fuck what you heard, Freddie bout to kill your bitch You a snitch, claim yo bitch Find your body in the ditch Creeping in your fucking head, i can see what you just said Better watch your fucking mouth before the Dredd come take you out Red, dot, fiendin for another fucking kill, pop a pill and lose a bill All i need is fucking skill, phonk in my head, then I pump, then youre dead If you try, to run, itd be way too fun With the murders that i do, just motherfucking notice you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youll fucking last The murders that i do, just motherfucking notice you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youll fucking last Never see me coming, i stay loaded runnin gunnin Freddie Dredd, i keep staying low Talk some shit you want some more I keep packin shit, you lackin bitch Youll never hear of me Come up in a broken scene, afraid of falling you see Know my clique, take this shit, sprayin no delaying bitch Fuck em up, i fuck her, who their brother is All you motherfuckers, better watch your fucking step Step in death eternally, what the fuck you seekin me? With the murders that i do, just motherfucking notice you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youll fucking last The murders that i do, just motherfucking notice you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youll fucking last With the murders that i do, just motherfucking notice you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youll fucking last The murders that i do, just motherfucking notice you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youll fucking last
What the fuck you heard about me? What the fuck you heard about me? Fuck you fuck you heard about me?
Lyrics from Snippet Started with a quarter, then he moved up to a half His connect gave him some bricks, man I knew it wouldnt last Fat bitches call his phone, text alerts at 2 AM Started picking up some weight, but swear to God hes at the gym Before I bring my list, oh yeah your name is at the top Before I break your neck, oh yeah the Freddie never flops I bought my gat from Ricky, yuh I gotta show Olivia, Lydia My father show me , Wu-Tang brothers showed me sugar Bitch yo momma gave me all thе pressure
All I see is demons creeping in this fucking palace Codeine, in my chalice All I do is kill, its madness Medieval shit, cause so much of evil shit You dont want this fucking mace Straight, to your fucking face Fucking face Straight jousting Im a motherfucking killer, hoes I dont give a fuck you hoe Leave your body on the show You dont want this fucking evil shit Ill conjure up a spell Make your body leave your soul And Ill leave your ass in hell One up in yo dome, them polices aint shit to me One up in yo dome, them polices aint shit to me One up in yo dome, them polices aint shit to me One up in yo dome, them polices aint shit to me Comin straight for your neck With this motherfucking Tec-9 Stop crying Didnt have to happen if you stopped lyin Karma bitch, might harm you bitch and leave your carcass in a ditch They call me Mister Freddie Dredd Theyll find your body with no head Sixteen-hundreds boy This aint no artificial toy Swift, strike to your neck Bleeding for that fucking check Its that Loud Pack, heart attack Bitches buying crack Freddie mach ten All I have to do is killing For the feeling
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Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But fear not. All flesh decays With a string of bullets Coming from a tech 9 Warned you not to test mine And if you make it youll know next time That if you fuck with me Im gonna get ya And when I catch ya Youll be a victim of what they call the body snatcher Hey motherfucker what you doin? I see you tryna test my patience or my anger Ill let you know right now that Im always saying that Have to show you pussy, how to mother fuckin kill a cat Come on to my show, I dare you, yeah I fucking dare you Yous a hoe, I bet you wont, youll be scared Ill fuckin lay you Time to rumblе, mother fucker take a tumblе, to the floor I dont even doe Freddie on a fuckin roll, bitches know Why you think you know more? Bitch no you dont I beam around snappin all these pussy boys things I got a gang, aint no bangin bitch, alI I do is copy aim , then you know my fucking name Freddie Dredd the is king In this underground thang Whyd you try to beam me? When you never had the fuckin No more worries, in a hurry Pop another purple pill Call these demons after me Got me running rapidly In a state of agony Drugs kill my sanity Make me hate humanity Struggle with reality Plot the murders accurately Im the king of travesty Praying for catastrophy Feel the reaper, evil ways Sufferin my last days Locced out, never phased I think you hate on this playa ass shit Well then stay irrelevant Doomshop I represent Body snatchin, blood Im catching We the rappers you come after Fracture bones in your body Followed up by blood splatter Terror houses filled with torture Body parts around my room Feelin like a hoarder so I horror Clean up crew they comin through Uh, no? Well how about you? Misery, mystery in my head Wicked voodoo Scuse you Bumpin out the speakers at the of the Evil Im the blood With a string of bullets Coming from a tech 9 Warned you not to test mine And if you make it youll know next time That if you fuck with me Im gonna get ya And when I catch ya Youll be a victim of what they call the body snatcher
Checkmate, slice your throat with ice skates Gizmo breaking flood gates from fucking yo bitch face No trace, no evidence Ill smoke when Im in my element If a mothafucka switch my settlement Then Ill break a mothafuckas intelligence Cut your nerves out from your brain, Ill do a biopsy Ill eat the tissue out your cranium like its some souvlaki Ill do the same thing to your bitch she got no brain but still tell me That im skrrtin off with Freddie got the shotgun riding shotty Cut your nerves out from your brain, Ill do a biopsy Ill eat the tissue out your cranium like its some souvlaki Ill do the same thing to your bitch she got no brain but still tell me That im skrrtin off with Freddie got the shotgun riding shotty Crawling cross the desert now let me die in an oasis I travel thousands of miles just to find, like this my hiatus And death is all I fucking live for on a daily basis, so I dont give a single fuck bout your familiar faces Looking for some smoke I got in here you gonna choke you wanna pull up do it boy, you think you free with all this noise Yous a busta talkin shit, I never met a bitch like this I see you ho you gonna die Now take a look into my Eye Hold on boy lets go on and take a trip to memory lane On the road and then Freddie bout to bust yo fucking brain Need the fame, imma give it to you, name is on the news It aint new, just another murder waiting, pay the due Kill em all mothafucka, bring it on little sucka Bout to bring the fucking heat and bless it off time to fuck her Aint no food to play with Im the motherfucking murder man Imma chop you up you little slut and cook you in a pan
Keep it close Im a ghost, I want to kill you the most Evil running trough my head, all I want is to be dead All myself No one else Always creeping by myself I dont need no bitch, no sis to tell me where to go Always cold Better go Bundled in the fucking snow Dig deep deep and your bodys almost deeper I am just a creeper With some hope Ill get a feature On the news, bodies bruised, no one will know what to do Bitch made motherfucker Find you in the dirt {?}


Who are you, who the fuck are you? I dont give a fuck about no motherfuckin fools Bitch you know I got thangs to do But there aint no motherfucker tryna fuck with my crew B- b- b-b-bank up bitch, get the fuck off my dick I aint done yet, better set up the SET Fuckin with the toolie, gonna make you fuckin die bitch Blow your brains out with a fuckin .45 bitch Boomin rock Molly wop Acho azz im onna plot Werk a pack off digiblok like nun i duddat wit da mop I b busy inna dirt mfs luv to talk a lot Sleep wit 1 eye open cuz im comin fuya fuqqn spot Proceed w caution cuz im stalkin widdat yoppn Servn birdies junqeez flokkn Ain got no optionz i jus bop it Dubbln up dere ain no stoppin Ionkno wdf yu talkin Werk horsin ery mornin I b innat ho jus clockin I ain cap Run it back All dese pussy mf wan act Dees boy talk bout dey did dat Ain nunnem mf surv crakk Rapper pussy Rapper fakin Ionkno nun dem Das a fact Yall disgustin How yu bluffin Like its nun All dem folk rats
Gold in my mouth so you know a playa shinin All about my business, I cant keep puttin the time in But darkness is the cut, hiding out and smokin junts T-E-X-A to the S, Look, come up Texas cause Mane, what the fuck is up you run your mouth and test my nuts But Ill move my hand and its your guts Mane I just dont give a fuck, Doomshop we gettin buck Fear the reaper, finna creep ya, I got first come you can keep her Freddie Dredd is gonna make you wet the bed You feelin, taste the lead You see me in your dreams controllin everything you see Then I come up with the twist, make your body turn to mist I got the bud and this, Akoza come in kill this shit 1726 smokin blunts and making hits Hear it bangin up the crib And no you cannot join our clique Fuck about a hit, unless the killa out to kill The shop will chop you up and leave you loose just like a slut The crown, underground, in a goddamn casket Im the type of nigga that will make you a hazmat Trigger finger itchin up, not a shit Man my liver fucked, never ever lastin You a walkin limp, you a mother fuckin trash can Garbage ass bitch, inside of a Got away sweet, so a playa start laughin Fuck all you fakes, Imma make you bitches past tense
North Youre gonna die in there All of you You’re gonna die Im so damn tired but I cant ever sleep Everything’s on my mind, everything is a lie Evil is a way of life, scream it out loud Youre just gonna die it all takes time but get so close to your death just accept the fate you a vet Wastin yo time Im believin there is more Just the void that is the soul Darkness, evil words of the world Nothing will be perfect nothing can be healed Crazy, psycho Im a fuckin murderer Dont work right It’s okay say goodnight Mista’ .45, I aint never been alive Dead inside out Watch your body bleed out The devil is inside of me the darkness is the light I see Gone once again we will never reach the end Close your eyes, touch the sky You will never realize There is nothing mo’ just a hole in yo soul Everyone you met is set on the same path Laugh at the last wrath of the bitch with the gat Come on everybody just kill yo self Let the bloodbath start Put the gun to ya heart Last word, last touch this is all too much Be simple it will come fast, you cannot run North Yeah
Track 17 Yous about to learn your fuckin lesson as I creep up in your room Youre about to count your fuckin blessins Its depression in your motherfuckin mind You better watch out from behind Because your life will stay decline And I aint bout to waste my time And you know Im about to buck, get so mothafuckin buck Bad luck, must suck But you better fuckin duck As Im comin for your life, you better know That Freddie Dredd aint fuckin wit some fuckin stupid hoe Track
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DONT STOP MANE YOU CREEPING IN MY LANE YOU TRYNA TEST MY NUTS YOU FEEL THIS KNIFE UP IN YOUR GUTS YOU KINDA FUCKIN WITH THE WRONG MANE ILL KILL YOU EASY LIKE IT WAS A GAME BOOM, STRAP, UP WITH MY GAT HIT YOU WITH MY GOONS, AND YOULL HEAR THE CAKALAC WHY YOU ACTING FUNNY WHEN YOU SEE ME FLASHMACK AND YOU KNOW I GOT IT ON MY MAMA I AM BACK I DONT WANNA FUCK WITH NO FOOLS LIKE YOU CAN YOU PLEASE I AM SMOKIN ON THESE DRUGS, I CAN BARELY EVEN SEE TWO EIGHT NINE, CAN YOU FIND, THAT BITCH IS IN MY ROOM TOSS HER IN THE FUCKIN LAKE, GREY SKINNY LOOKIN FAKE I WOULDNT FUCK WITH ME I WOULDNT DARE YOU SEE TURNING TO A SCARY SCENE LOOKIN STRAIGHT INTO THE BEAM BUSS IT UP AND BUSS IT DOWN MAKE YA WHOLE DAMN BITCH TURN AROUND STRAPED UP WITH MY GAT BOOM STRAPED UP BOOM STRAPED UP WITH MY GAT BOOM STRAPED UP STRAPED UP WITH MY GAT BOOM STRAPED UP BOOM STRAPED UP WITH MY GAT BOOM STRAPED UP Bitches on a mission Bi-Bi-Bitches on a mission Dont you ? it on my neighbourhood If you play the nigga with my twicka then you dying hoe Pimpin to your grave when you sprayed to the fucking floor Fuck all yall !
Im just gonna sit here let it blow Pay the toll I am in control Mothafucka dig that hole I aint one to play with Fuckin damage play the fuckin playlist Phone, in my hand now leave that motha fucka dead Aint no fuckin clone, Ima stand here all alone With the thought-in my mind that your body still alive Scopin like Im in a fuckin dream Trippin off a bean Livin lavish, Im just havin fun with my fuckin team Ima stay posted at the summer beach bitch Where you can always find me chillin with the dead snitch And I let your body go, in the ocean now we know that your floating safely, bodies pasty killin bustas is so tasty
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Feeling like im drowning in my own fuckin world It is heavy on my chest and now i think of you much less Im running out of time But i keep on with my crime As a murder killa busta bitch i do not give a fucking shit Overthinking every single muthafuckin thing Till somethin runs south in my muthafuckin brain Wishin u would stop but keep on going with this shit But that wont be fair Did you ever even care? All these feelings that i got were never for you But for the deep dark part of my mothafuckin thought I scared you You scared me I saw this shit in my dreams I knew it would come Now its final almost done Wishin that i could go back and change the past Wish that i could create something that could last This my final thoughts when im comin back Im tired of all this shit im done with all of it Wishin that i could go back and change the past Wish that i could create something that could last This my final thoughts when im comin back Im tired of all this shit im done with all of it
Hoes gon get kidnapped You hoes gon get kidnapped You hoes gon get kidnapped You hoes gon get kidnapped You hoes gon get kidnapped You hoes gon get kidnapped You hoes gon get kidnapped You hoes gon get kidnapped
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‎‎‎‎You see me drive by With no licence I am on the go At least i dont have bopped on my motherfucking phone Fuck and hate me Hate my guts I wanna tell you what Theses bitches always telling me You Freddie shut up I dont wanna tell you what im gonna do next But what im gonna do next is break your fucking neck
Feel the tightness of my grip As I load the hollow tips Hammer back Heart attack Slowly bleeding from your neck Drowning in your own fucking thoughts Motherfuck the cops Killing buster bitches like Im in the fucking holocaust Burning bodies everywhere Do you think I give a care No, no way Freddie gonna end your day Fuck all these cunts Im smoking on a junt Roll your fucking ass with the shotty to your body Killing everybody Never ever sorry Hellbound dark sound everybody turn around Freddie got to blast Freddie got to go Freddie about to turn the fucking murder to a show I smoke dope, smoke the roach Only way I fucking cope What you know Sniffing coke Give that bitch some fucking rope Let the blade fly high With the nine by my side Hit the gas real fast Then I pull up with the mask Smoking reefer by the meter Always sacking with the heater Taking water by the liter Bitch I got no fucking leader Aye feeling like John Wick When Im creeping with the stick Blowing chronic Out the back of the fucking whip
‎ When I Was A Kid I Liked To Play And Stay At Home When I-When i Was A Kid I Liked To Play And Stay At Home When I Was A Kid I Liked To Play And Stay At Home The Movies That I Watched Teach Me Everything I Know Like Tommy Taught Me How To Put A Bullet In Your Dome And David Taught Me How To Snap Your Neck And No One Know I Had This Friend Named Bradley So Much Taller So Much Smarter He Taught How To Smoke And Chop The ? I Like To Think That Just Learned That Shit All On My Own But I Had Plenty Teachers On My Phone And Near My Home I Popped On The Spot On The Scene Make It Clean Momma Told Me Would Make It Now I Know What She Mean My Momma Told Me That And My Momma Is Always Right But My Momma Always Told Me Never Fuck With The Knife I, I Never?
Ain none these mufuckas know me but they steady be talkin Step up in dis shit intimidatin but dem boppas stalkin Pigeon toe how I be walkin Smokin sherm and Im coughin Check my celly and them mufucks askin for rocky If you on my phone aint talkin bout some muffins I drop it I ain gon show up to da spot unless Im makin a profit Sayin u gon run my shit u woofin just needa stop it And he pulled up on meh with a gack but that boy aint pop it I be slangin dope, wit my fuckin nino Creepin in the cut Bitch you missed the fuckin free throw I dont give a fuck, what the fuck you mean, hoe Watch the blood, bitch you get the mothafuckin re roll Simple cut, Ima get it all alone While these pussies hittin my phone, they aint fuckin with the tone Ima big shot, these mothafucking cats get off my big cock Got re-rock I snort it every day you fuckas stay away
Bitch I gotta tec Bitch you know im back With the demons that been Feeding on the motherfucking dead Its a threat from the Dredd, blow it up like a bomb Like im from islam, motherfucka stay calm Bitch im gonna kill you Bitch ya gonna die
You aint about it, bitch you know you aint invited Do not try to test me cause the Freddie never dyin Dirt nap in the south, with the You about to suck up, bring the hoe up in S
You will die, mortal What the hell you talkin bout? Come and fuck with this Im smoked out, Ima get to poppin off the shits Sippin 40s, bout to dip Blurry vision, bout to spit Come and try to test my Catch a bullet, youse a Kill everybody, wantin more bodies Take the big shottie straight to ya big body Kill everybody, wantin more bodies Take the big shottie straight to ya big body Stop that, bring it back. This shit is hot Protect Positive Squad Come on, have some fun Bitches wanna see my gun Pull it out, Ima scare em, gonna make em fuckin run Aint a game, Freddie Mane Whos the one to feel the blame? Whos to say Im insane? I think we all feel the same Dark killin innocent Man, Imma fuckin vent choppa on my hip Im watch em fuckin They say that Im sick I know they notice it With the demon takin over me, I see all of that shit, bitch Demons takin over me Demons takin over me Demons takin over me D-Demons takin over me Killa, killa Demons takin over me Demons-Demons takin over me Terrifying these niggas souls, 666, we like this shit Ki-killa Demons takin over me Demons takin over me Demons takin over me D-Demons takin over me Ki-ki-killa Demons takin over me Demons takin over me Terrifying these niggas souls, 666, we like this shit What the hell you talkin bout? Come and fuck with this Im smoked out, Ima get to poppin off the shits Sippin 40s, bout to dip Blurry vision, bout to spit Come and try to test my Catch a bullet, youse a Kill everybody, wantin more bodies Take the big shottie straight to ya big body Kill everybody, wantin more bodies Take the big shottie straight to ya big body Killa, killa Demon-Demons takin over me Demons takin over me Killa, killa Terrifying these niggas souls, 666, we like this shit Killa Demons-Demons takin over me Ki-ki-killa Terrifying these niggas souls, 666, we like this shit

TAKEN OFF THE MUTHA FUCKIN SET DJ AKOZA Pull out the trick, when Im sick Pull out the trick, when Im sick Pull out the trick, when Im sick If you didnt know, bitch If you didnt know, bitch If you didnt know, bitch If you didnt fucking know the switchblades in your throat Make ya understand command the plan with murder I wrote Killin on demand now Freddie Dredd dont get it mislead Death beds, waitin especially Vital for vitals Im homicidal like Jason and Michael Dont you try to step to us the outcome is suicidal Grab your spinal No denial, its over Its fine Ill re roll the time Soulzay massively genocidal I got a Kilo in my trunk No I aint just sellin dope I got the snow up in my lungs Damn my heart is racin, ready to go Pop the Glock off, hit thе floor Karmas catching up to you Now what you think the Fred would do? Understand my patiеnce cause the fucker got a lot I could wait all day to spray and pray Cause Freddie always cast away No trace, just a face, no one cares youre just a waste Actin kinda crazy All I see is sorta hazy Pull out the trick, when Im sick Pull out the trick, when Im sick Pull out the trick, when Im sick If you didnt know, bitch If you didnt know, bitch If you didnt know, bitch Pull out the trick, when Im sick Pull out the trick, when Im sick Pull out the trick, when Im sick If you didnt know, bitch Pull out the trick, when Im sick Pull out the trick, when Im sick Pull out the trick, when Im sick If you didnt know, bitch If you didnt know, bitch If you didnt know, bitch

Dont stop mane You creepin in my lane You tryna test my nuts You feel this knife up in your guts You kinda fuckin with the wrong mane Ill kill you easy like it was a game Boom strapped up with my gat Hit him with my goons, then youll hear the cakalac Why you actin funny when you see me flash a MAC And you know I got it on my mama, I am back I dont wanna fuck with no fools like you, can you please I am smokin on these drugs, I can barely even see Two eight nine, can you find dead bitches in my room Toss her in the fuckin lake, gray skinny lookin fake I wouldnt fuck with me I wouldnt dare, you see Turn into a scary scene Lookin straight into the beam Bust it up And bust it down Make ya whole damn bitch turn around Strapped up with my gat Boom strapped up Boom strapped up with my gat Boom strapped up Strapped up with my gat Boom strapped up Boom strapped up with my gat Boom strapped up
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Fuck what you heard, Freddie bout to kill your bitch You would snitch, claim yo bitch Find your body in the ditch Creeping in your fucking head, I can see what you just said Better watch your fucking mouth before the Dredd come take you out Red dot, fiendin for another fucking kill Pop a pill and lose a bill All I need is fucking skill Phonk in my head, then I pump, then youre dead If you try to run, itd be way too fun With the murders that I do, this motherfucker noticed you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youre fucking last With the murders that I do, this motherfucker noticed you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youre fucking last Never see me coming, I stay loaded runnin gunnin Freddie Dredd, I keep staying low Talk some shit you want some more I keep packin shit, you lackin bitch Youll never ask for me Come up in the fuckin scene, afraid of all the fear you see Know my clique, take this shit, sprayin no delaying bitch Fuck a motherfucker who would ask me who my brother is All you motherfuckers better watch your fucking step Step in death eternally, what the fuck you seekin me? With the murders that I do, this motherfucker noticed you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youre fucking last With the murders that I do, this motherfucker noticed you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youre fucking last With the murders that I do, this motherfucker noticed you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youre fucking last With the murders that I do, this motherfucker noticed you Im gonna blast ya ass, now hit the gas dont turn it back youre fucking last
Yous that kind of motherfucker Who think they can just recover After dealing with the Freddie Man, Im creepin, thats the plan Lookin through the hour glass It seems like time just never pass Baddest way to dump it cause your girl neck, I aint messed it up Yous that fuckin bitch Why you tweetin on that shit? Dont you think that Im gon get you? Slit your throat up in your bedroom Fuck him up Come on, bro Hit you like a cannonball Pussy pop to fucking throat Kick em when its out ammo You, I pop, you act up, motherfuckin fool You a bitch, lookin like you got the fuckin stomach flu Told you, FN tests you, fuckin pass it, I burn it up right to your chest Put that ammo back All you hear is the clack All you hear is the clack Clack Clack All you hear is the clack Clack Clack Clack I burn it up right to your chest Clack Clack Clack All you hear is the clack Clack Clack Clack I burn it up right to your chest

Mane, Im never bitch Put the fucka in the back Better shut your fuckin mouth I put yo bitch ass to the test Full of mint, fuckin test I stay high on evil, hoe You bustas knew, now I know how I get down to shootin hoes Im the man of evil You know its fuckin planned Im so evil I just kill these bitches on demand Where you from Hoe I will, never give a fuck Glock and some fuckin junts, suck my nuts you fuckin cunt I get the tool x17 Never seen again, didnt even make it home Well, bitch I got a shovel in my basement Mothafuck the cops, fuckin with the doomshop Kill yourself Off yourself Just do it, I will help With the fuckin blade Boy, you think you funny Next thing you know, the cops find your body 6 feet deep Talk that shit, run yo mouth Mothafucka dig yo hole Sixset comin up to yo mothafuckin house and make yall dead Fuck the debts Put you in the fuckin ditch Long wavy, flowin Now watch yo head Ill make yall dead x
Bussin with the chopper, hit you ’round the loop I be clappin off the pot, you know what it do My lil cuzzo on the block, woadie totin’ rock Double digits with the Glock, I stuck it hurt, cant stop Okay, Im with my Maccy and I be bussin that hoe Mofuckers be right there on the block, with the mount, and puffin that dough And you aint got nough for me, hoe, then I’ma show you the door And if a mo’fucker talkin then, yeah, he gon’ hit the floor I jus be servin chicken bone, I can send your ass home And if that hoe suckin dick then we gon’ get along I was playin with the bitch for bout much too long When yesterday, Im with ya on the block and smokin the skrong If you tryna come for me, mofuckers best get gone I wop a bopper with a chopper, had that hoe all along Swallow all this guilt, bitches want a fucking field They ate brains with the gang, have a seizure, go insane Sicko in my mind, its the only way I grind Steppin through the dusty pines, bout to do another crime Morning dew, on your rockin body, fill them holes with my ol shotty Made in Canada, fuck you wavin at me, bruh? Stoop down to my level, it is steep Several body floating right down in the creek You some tainted meat, so expired, Ima go Shoot her once more from her head to her toe There aint none, any mofuckers like me Deceiving all these fools, I know they cant agree Smokin on the roach, you know I gotta keep it goin Get so fuckin hot, Im bout to do some fuckin mowin Ya bitch
Doomset what I rep Better represent the set Killin suckas aint about the mothafuckin evil shit What did you just hear? I thought I was so damn clear When I said you are dead, do not make me turn to red Creepin in the fuckin mornin, as I wake I hear you moanin From the pain I put you in, oh think of what you couldve been Such a waste, I should have paced when I was cuttin you Bleedin out, I had no doubt as I hear you scream n shout

Smoke it then flip it Ill cut you then rip it You choke on your blood Now you want more Give me the money I dont think its funny Im starting to feel like Im Loki Give me your soul I pop it then roll Smashing your head in like you was a mole Fuck what you heard The Freddie is gold Killing them fools I know you is told Stop that, bring it back, this shit is hot Kush Cadets go O-One two three four Freddie bussin at your dome With the fucking Volvo Bout to blast this silly hoe Five six seven eight Freddies here now meet yo fate See you now you fucking snake Killing lames and killing fakes O-One two three four Freddie bussin at your dome With the fucking Volvo Bout to blast this silly hoe Five six seven eight Freddies here now meet yo fate See you now you fucking snake Killing lames and killing fakes I am the killer You are the fool Tripping you out, Ill take you to school Freddie go knock you right into my pool Choking and drowning now what do you do? Suckers dont want in your runnin and gunnin Till Freddie cut you into pieces Bitch I am ready Ill kill you like Freddie, and you will be screaming for Jesus Smoke it then flip it Ill cut you then rip it You choke on your blood Now you want more Give me the money I dont think its funny Im starting to feel like Im Loki Give me your soul I pop it then roll Smashing your head in like you was a mole Fuck what you heard The Freddie is gold Killing them fools I know you is told Positive murderous I know you new to this What the fuck you talkin about hoe? Money come in, save in a van Off the grid to Freddie the man Smokey gon bus you right out of the van Pablo got Chevys swinging like a fan Feeling the evil ways, kill on demand Traphouse a forest, I think you can stand O-One two three four Freddie bussin at your dome With the fucking Volvo Bout to blast this silly hoe Five six seven eight Freddies here now meet yo fate See you now you fucking snake Killing lames and killing fakes Back on my bullshit Got a hundred damn shooters Pull up in a Tesla, I aint pull up in an Uber Shawty count guap, and Im rolling up ole Real street nigga, I can never be noy Shawty suck my dick, cause she know Im that boy Break in his house we aint make no noise Taking pounds of that pack, Oh boy Burning up the funnel when Im rollin doink I got hella bangs for punch Smoking og done fucked up my lungs Toting that heat, we aint see em in a drum Nigga what you mean, if its three for the un Take you to the trap, I can get what you want You know I be gunnin Pull up with a .45, drama No cut of cost, this shit is about nothing Positive Squad, stay blessed, never stressed Let me tell you something brother, Kirby Mane 666 brother!

Dont stop mane You creepin in my lane You tryna test my nuts You feel this knife up in your guts You kinda fuckin with the wrong mane Ill kill you easy like it was a game Boom strapped up with my gat Hit him with my goons, then youll hear the cakalac Why you actin funny when you see me flash a MAC And you know I got it on my mama, I am back I dont wanna fuck with no fools like you, can you please I am smokin on these drugs, I can barely even see Two eight nine, can you find dead bitches in my room Toss her in the fuckin lake, gray skinny lookin fake I wouldnt fuck with me I wouldnt dare, you see Turn into a scary scene Lookin straight into the beam Bust it up And bust it down Make ya whole damn bitch turn around Strapped up with my gat Boom strapped up Boom strapped up with my gat Boom strappеd up Strapped up with my gat Boom strapped up Boom strapped up with my gat Boom strappеd up
Eleven pm, whoop whoop Wheres the proof ? E-Eleven pm, whoop Time to kill a baby E-Eleven pm, whoop whoop Wheres the proof ? Eleven pm, whoop Time to kill a baby Eleven pm, once again my phone is ringin I think I know what time it is Its time to pop a belly E-Eleven pm, whoop whoop Wheres the proof ? Birth control worse, no baby thats the proof Eleven pm, whoop whoop Wheres the proof ? E-Eleven pm, whoop Time to kill a baby Eleven, birth control worse, no baby thats the proof Birth control worse, no baby thats the proof Eleven pm, whoop whoop Wheres the proof ? E-Eleven pm, whoop Time to kill a baby Eleven, birth control worse, no baby thats the proof Birth control worse, no baby thats the proof
Imma keep it loaded with no fucking safety Running from the bullet theres no way to save me From the fucking demons that be crawling out Never have I asked for help I can always save myself I can take you away from reality With the funk in the trunk Everybody cutting chunks I am sorry i think a certain way I can not be certain that you body will be OK As I creep through the street with Fuck with us you can not see where you bout to end up G Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my As I creep through the street with Fuck with us you can not see where you bout to end up G Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my Murder thoughts Ill kill a mother fucker right now Busta tryin to act up looking like a fucking clown Never have I thought about keeping the peace With the piece to your mind Ill let the bullet decide Where youre gonna go, let the bodies hit the floor What the fuck you say to me I keep packing on the low Excite your mind with mothe fucking bullet time Aint no livin life you want a dead As I creep through the street with Fuck with us you can not see where you bout to end up G Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my As I creep through the street with Fuck with us you can not see where you bout to end up G Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my
Its the darkness thats got you down. Nobody ever feels really safe in the dark. Nobody whos ever a child, that is. Ill open this, alright? I wear a mask from the darkness Black as the fuckin night See me creepin from a site Demon set up to take flight Got my blade, not for safety Motherfuckers acting shaky Slit your throat, say it close Every one dies after all See my face lookin sick Why you actin like a bitch I see fear in your eyes Lead you right to your demise You can choose how you die But you cannot try to hide I was spawned from hell I can fucking multiply Pound after pound Aftеr pound after pound
Aint shit change, but these racks up in my pocket Aint shit change, I still creepin in yo closet Aint shit change, I still all by my alone bitch Aint shit change, Freddie posted on yo block bitch

Bitch you know I got that shit to kill the murder, mane You will shine, if you stay with me Just come in and you will see, the dead Fuck the , Ima keep it on my head No purposes I said, they call me Freddie Dredd See me all the fuckin’ news You know what the fuck I do Keep myself inside your boot So I creep up as a demon You know I will stay stimmin after motherfuckin set Dropped to me — you start’d to sweat And you better off — you dead Its a threat, no

One- the bitches in my upper tier First the Taho temper cheer One- One- bitches i-in up- up tier First the Taho temper cheer One for the bitches in my upper tier First the Taho temper cheer One for the bitches in my upper tier First the Taho temper cheer Over time I just be working on my grind Never take a break unless a killer hit my line Imma do a hit your rush is real my soul will shinе One thing I love more than busting suckas is my mind Got a feeling in my hеart thats how I do this I hit a lick and bust ya shit you see me acting foolish I run this shit its called your personal hell Freddies here he will prevail Weigh the bodies on the scale Broke the scale oh thats a fail Coming from the summit with the noose around your neck Cracking all these bitches then Im bouta cash a check Running from the cops you think I give a freaking heck Dont you ever talk to me Im bouta take your reck Call me Tony Romo Im a cowboy with my strap Throw your worthless life away Im aiming at your cap Freddie on a killing spree I think I told you that I put the stress up on the trigger I love the way it clacks Bitch you better not- talk Dont play no stop- clock I got the crock- pot I did go deep- nah One for the bitches in my upper tier First the Taho temper cheer One for the bitches in my upper tier First the Taho temper cheer


You know who to call Freddie mane kill em all In the motherfucking mall you better pray gone 289, what I sign Keep that choppa on my side Send that coke up in my lungs Bitch this aint just all for fun Bitch you want some mo? Bitch, what is wrong? Bitch you all alone, until killa hit my phone Knockin all these bitches, what the fuck is all this shit? Playa try to copy me And they will get the stick Woah hoe Kill yoself in motherfuckin slow-mo Got to go Imma make you hit the fuckin flow, though Breakin all your bones Make you fuckin moan Pain all night and day will keep the demons all away Ima break yo neck Ima break yo chest Ima break yo teeth, and you know whats underneath Ima break ya head, almost fuckin dеad Breakin all yo shit Now you shakin like a bitch Ima break yo nеck Ima break yo chest Ima break yo teeth, and you know whats underneath Ima break ya head, almost fuckin dead Breakin all yo shit Now you shakin like a bitch
I go until the end I killin all your friends Bust it at they fuckin door I keep that shit up on the low Freddie murder bitches in the middle of the street Point it at them and they geek Pull the trigger, I’m a freak I’m the real deal, packing steel Call me fuckin Holyfield When my power gonna bust, bullet turn you into dust Rest in peace you little bitch Come on dare me, make me rich Filled wit hatred in my soul, grippin on the .44 Let it pop Ill let you drop You know Freddie fuck a opp DOOM is the clique, yall bitches aint shit Just a corpse, got to go Try to match up with my flow Murder goes in the show Single shot, slit your throat Ooh bang, 289, til ya fuckin mine Rollin slow with the .44, aimin at your dome Me and Zye, gonna let you die, do ya fuckin mind Sipping mud, do the coke Motherfucker do the most
Bottom of the map I reside Stayin high, aint no-aint no telling why You can see it in my eyes Hypnotized Memorized Surprised you realized That all them other guys Theyve lies, thats publicized Organized crimes Devised within my mind How Id rather spend my day Living on this borrowed time And I might be gone tomorrow Shit I might be gone today So I gotta beat the block Up on the highway Living this life seen As a mother fuckin cast away Stayin high Still tryna hold on to yesterday Dont pop those pills I found a brand new way to get a grip Listen here the wait up is Crack this skull come over here Freddie ready steady Hatin on a busta just like you No drugs just the dumb shit Ima cut it off bitch Ima kill a motherfucker with a big rock All you suckas think its so simple Fuck the cops Man fuck a opp Straight swingin Better luck next time Aint no right wrong Killin bitches aint a crime Doomshop in this bitch You dont wanna step inside Might disrupt Heads Hollow tips, wigs splits Anytime it collides Nowhere to fuckin run Nowhere to fuckin hide Damn I love to terrify And locked up bitch Get smacked like a bitch Why you actin hard as shit Get jammed like a dick Runnin pockets give me cash Give me , give me that, give me this Left with a bunch of
Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- I feel so motherfuckin’ sick from the murders that I do Blood streaming down your neck As I grip onto the TEC Head pounding like the pig, slit your mother fuckin’ throat No questions will be asked because you a stupid hoe Find your motherfuckin’ body mutilated in the sea Floating like a fucking trout, blood all spread out You think there’s recovery? Bitch you do not want to know me Ever, if he catches me Feel me creeping on your street Body so sore from the bullshit I endure Demons poisoning your mind, make you picture your demise Say goodbye to you life because it will end so fast Motherfuckin hit the gas Treasure-Junkies will not last In the motherfuckin flames Such a motherfuckin shame You will not looks the same Once again Ill tell you mane I will kill you, not for play Just for pleasure, thats so safe I can not ask any hoe Shut the fuck up, hit the floor Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im- Aah, not a thermometer, bitch Its the 9 inches, Im-
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Let em Peek it, peek it, peek it of this mothafuckin mud I keep it real when I kill Come up period make a deal With the defo next level And these bitches heavy metal Thats what I like, supertight I plant the fucko horral night Bitches in the row you been go, never hit my phone Come, ho, hit my blow, guess some , make these bitches grown And you know I got that toolie, yo me Freddie call you broke when you were phony You raid, fooly knew, body whooped Dollar sign up on me Ima bust yo ass so fuck your face You can not up till we come next Ima with when she creep up in my hood Smokin weed, smokin thang Sold that bitch I make that bang Kill her with your bitch, you know I dont give a shit Freddie want it to the gut, but no fucking Tommy Gun make em run, take a hit from the blunt Grab a blade and cut em up Dump the body in the trunk Wow, shawty wanna fuck? — Ay, bitch, you like my gun?, play Bong cuts in the ashtray Wake up till its everyday Hold up and beat the case Run up and take the lase Likes out and burn the place Hunnid on— Cap it
Tear it off, tear it off, tear, tear Tear it off, tear it off, tear, tear Tear it off, tear it off, tear, tear Tear it off, tear it off, tear, tear Rolling heavy with the pistol to your fuckin chest, bitch Everything I touch, it turns to motherfucking dust, bitch Inside of my head is almost dead from all these evil thoughts Cock the motherfucking Glock Do not try to hide because I know what is inside Darker than the darkest place, I’ll leave you in a murder case Tear it off, tear it off, tear, tear Tear it off, tear it off, tear, tear Tear it off, tear it off, tear, tear Tear it off, tear it off, tear, tear
Its your friend on the floor Black mask on my face Same color as a crow Peeping tom, here I come Creepin through your window Rough man, feel Suge Knight causing fright Hard headed ass niggas Doin shit the hard way I might die, you gon die One of us, Im the nemesis, say your fucking genesis But I, never fuckin play Wrote this shit, and, Im a Tay K bout to race Gotta flee the scene, leaving no trace Gotta get the green, Ghetty Green, Project Pat Know what I mean? What you say you hoe? I cannot understand a slut Better suck my fucking nuts Right before I fuck it up All these bitches actin crazy All thеse bitches in the mood No lovе for a bitch Gotta get this money quick Kick down the door Whip out the 44 Now these hoes want me more Aint a fiend, love the snow Jumpin for the dollars And you aint a scholar Motherfucker whats the problem? Imma meet you at the bottom Role call Freddie in the cut with the gun Better start to fucking run I aint playing, having fun How much bud you gotta smoke to stay as high as us? Cant fold for no hoe, Its the money that I trust Doomshop be the clique, in this bitch we runnin shit Akoza on the tape, makin these bustas know the bizz Came from a mile away Is what you known to do Jump, blazin back to back, grime fiends in it too Drunker then a mother fucker, worry bout that business Gotta get the cheese, gotta get it with the quickness You big Dick all up In the mouth, so quickness Fuck that, stay down south hoe Ya tears runnin and drippin all out your fuckin eyes Love the caressing obsessin when Im fucking from the side

Got this feeling in my chest The come up baby go again Damn this feeling is so blessed I wonder who gon hit the deck Why defy? you wonder But theres nothing stopping me As I whip the blade up Slowly press into your guts Youre weak Please dont burden me The last thing that you couldve said The protector on your neck I think this bitch is almost dead No remorse for no one Youre a moron if you think youre wrongin me It is best if you dont test the F R E, double D I E Tryna catch your breath As your grabbin for your phone Look you think youre gonna die You cant gеt no help, you know This is the end You arе not my fuckin friend You are just another bond Imma come and kill again ATL my city, bitch Tricky with the sentences Down to go the distance just to end all your existences Its Apoc, game a lot Give it up or get shot Love the gun sounds Like a motherfuckin waka flock We aint gucci, we aint good Carpet bombs inside your hood Pulse droppin, cop it cuz And cant you hear the slam of wood? Fuck you hoes, fuck you punks Take the mic and shove it up You aint got the fuckin nuts You aint got the guts to bust Trashman and Freddie Dredd All of us will leave you dead Big hole inside your head Place the hits, we got the bread Shrapnel tearin you to shreds You aint safe, dominance Copying its consequence Breakin down your confidence
Stepped up Over here Make the money disappear Rob your ass of all your riches Listen here, you little snitches What is going through your brain You act so quick then feel the shame Clean your acts when all you do is scream in pain Crick on your neck You are just a little speck In my world I wont see the day Suckas never die to play I am not a human Listen boy I come in fuming Having thoughts I am pursuing No regrets, a lovely moment Do my stick ups with a 9 Cause smash and grabs is small time Pimping keeps my pockets So better bring that money trick Running thesе associates While I kick back on the switch Greedy likе Im Scrooge McDuck Count it you get stacks for em Pounds of weed then bag it up Talking to my banker like Why you own so many rugs? I dont really know Maybe I just like that fancy stuff Yeah like my nerve You know they gon make you cough it up Not if Im smart with it And I had to break it up
Beast from the East Tryna keep the fucking peace Watch it go Heed my soul Brain and guts all on the floor Make them beg Smoking dank What the fuck you gonna thank Freddie got the fuckin fishes swimming in the fucking tank Here we go Coming slow Gripping on that .44 Dont know where to fucking go When Im creeping in the stone Born in the fucking jungle I aint tryna keep it humble Ill attack Watch yo back Can you hear the beck Ya bitch Dont be afraid to catch feels Ride drop top and chase thrills Dont be afraid to catch feels Ride drop top and chase thrills Dont be afraid to catch feels Ride drop top and chase thrills I know you aint afraid to pop pills Baby, I know you aint scared to catch feels Feels with me
Colder than a motherfuckin tundra I don’t wanna think about whats under Worry bout these stupid things Wastin all my time its seems Thats ok, go away Or I might just end yo day War zone, battlefield I’m just here to make a deal With the devil Heavy metal coming to yo face Click clack, boom bam Imma end it with that Silly bitch, fuckin hoe Gonna put u on the floor I dont really give a fuck what the fuck u sayin Im so fuckin angry I might go Super Saiyan Blunt pass, hit the gas Feelin wavy in my past Wishin I could give a fuck Ridin clean n gettin buck Gettin buck Ridin clean n gettin buck Gettin’ buck Ridin clean n gettin’ buck Gettin buck Gettin’ buck Gettin buck Gettin buck

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