Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo Freddy, you a punk, stitched-up sweater clown,
Glove game weak, fingers fallin’ to the ground.
In my dreams? Nah, I’m wide awake laughin’,
Turn your whole nightmare into my assassin.

[Chorus]
Burnt face, burnt plans, you a washed-up fiend,
Hidin’ in the dark, but I light the whole scene.
Blades so dull, couldn’t scratch my esteem,
Freddy fallin’ off, just a bad horror meme.

[Verse 2]
Elm Street screamer, man, you ain’t no thriller,
Can’t haunt my block, you a budget-ass killer.
Sleep tight? Nah, I party in your fears,
You a relic from the '80s, dried-up tears.

[Bridge]
Chainsaws hummin', you runnin’ like a coward,
Thought you had power, but your name’s just soured.
Boogeyman? Nah, more a joke in the hood,
I’m the nightmare now, better knock on wood.

[Verse 3]
Your stripes faded, your story outdated,
Dream demon? Please, your rep overrated.
One, two, Freddy’s no longer comin’,
Three, four, you better keep runnin’.

[Chorus]
Burnt face, burnt plans, you a washed-up fiend,
Hidin’ in the dark, but I light the whole scene.
Blades so dull, couldn’t scratch my esteem,
Freddy fallin’ off, just a bad horror meme.