(Weekly Freekly Weekly Theme Music)
[Intro: Fats Pepper]
Police officials are on the look out for a very short demon looking man with gold fangs, white eyes and face tattoos
He has been robbing and killing residents all over Spring Valley and Henderson Nevada in a string of brutal home invasions
But get this he's only been taking vegan items from the fridge, pharmaceuticals and cigarettes!
Details at 11
[Hook]
Walk up in the spot and make a body drop (drop drop)
Walk up in the spot and make a body drop (body drop)
Walk up in the spot and make a body drop (hol up hol up)
Call the fuccin cops
Call the fuccin cops (Call the cops)
[Verse 1]
We gon' leave a motherfucca dead thats what I said
Thinking hater thoughts I leave em leaccin' out yo head
We gon' pop the fuccboy like a pimple with the lead
We gon' do whatever we must do to get thee bread
We gon' dig some motherfuccin' holes in the woods
We gon' fill em up if you come slipping through in my hood
Crushing Oxycodon with my teef and sniffing powder
Rollie told me its the witching hour now I feel the power
Hol up let me creep
Blue beam on my heat
Blast you out your bedroom window leave you in the street
Everybody in the party freaking out I hear a shriek
Walk up on your fridge I hope you got something to eat
[Intro: Fats Pepper]
Police officials are on the look out for a very short demon looking man with gold fangs, white eyes and face tattoos
He has been robbing and killing residents all over Spring Valley and Henderson Nevada in a string of brutal home invasions
But get this he's only been taking vegan items from the fridge, pharmaceuticals and cigarettes!
Details at 11
[Hook]
Walk up in the spot and make a body drop (drop drop)
Walk up in the spot and make a body drop (body drop)
Walk up in the spot and make a body drop (hol up hol up)
Call the fuccin cops
Call the fuccin cops (Call the cops)
[Verse 1]
We gon' leave a motherfucca dead thats what I said
Thinking hater thoughts I leave em leaccin' out yo head
We gon' pop the fuccboy like a pimple with the lead
We gon' do whatever we must do to get thee bread
We gon' dig some motherfuccin' holes in the woods
We gon' fill em up if you come slipping through in my hood
Crushing Oxycodon with my teef and sniffing powder
Rollie told me its the witching hour now I feel the power
Hol up let me creep
Blue beam on my heat
Blast you out your bedroom window leave you in the street
Everybody in the party freaking out I hear a shriek
Walk up on your fridge I hope you got something to eat
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