Evil Fantasy

Hello, I'm Bob Ross and I'd like to welcome you to the 20th Joy of Painting Series
Son of a gun, it's hard for me to believe this is the 20th series but it
It is and I'd like to thank you very much for inviting me back for another series of paint-

Once was a killer
And I got to butcher crips
Run up in your shit
Gonna let you take a dip
In my evil fantasy
Won't you run and come with me
To the deep deep part of
More than you can see

I'm a ghost, I'm a demon
And I'm sick, abundant dreaming
For a new cause
Hit the piles
Lookin' for a new job
Wake up with the bed
While you pussies try to slay

I'm the Freddie mayne
Fuck the game
Looking for a new bang
Oh shit
What the hell you talkin' 'bout?
Bitch its the new way, Freddie way
'Bout to make a separate lane

Oh my god, you's a bitch motherfucker
Why'd you try to play me like a bitch, motherfucker?

Hold this bust of Indica
'Bout to come and fuck it up
Freddie know there's something up
And you know I'm 'bout to bust

Oh my god, you's a bitch motherfucker
Why'd you try to play me like a bitch, motherfucker?

Listen bitch, you tryna smoke
Try to smoke the holy ghost
If I hear you fucking choke
Damn this bitch has got to go