Vicious D, but what is real, ready, gonna make it Bounce from the sound of my Glock Aiming at your top, gonna see your body flop Watch me cock it big, gonna have a heart attack Scary mother***er named Fred, I am back Leave you in the pieces, chop it up in the kitchen Cooking up some dope with the smoke, I ain't tripping Not about the fame, now pieces go away I'ma ruin your day if you step into my lane Mopped up all the creeps, see your bitches in the street Use the parasite I see, see you in your *** dreams I'ma beat you on the floor, now come and get some more Now Freddy in your home, now go and close the door Deep inside the devil's tomb, stuck in silence with the goon Feel the wrath of Satan's spell, use your bitch to make me laugh Keep on doing high-speed running, *** around, you will be hung Don't you want to see me now, I will end you in the crowd Sipping 40, smoking loud, what the *** do you need help? How? What the ***, man? Sipping on some cocaine, punch you from my *** brain Think I'm about to go insane, in the mood for a stain I go psycho with that pain, gonna force you, kill yourself Suffer slower, ending now, visions deeper, what is real? Freddy gonna make a deal, slap your head, you see the red blood stains on your bed