text: One, two, Freddys coming for you
  Three, four, better lock your door
  Five, six, grab your crucifix
  Seven, eight, gonna stay up late
  Nine, ten, never sleep—
  FUCKTHEPOPULATION
  Pullin up with the pump, slugs thatll make you slumped
  Drugs always keep me numb, wake up in the mornin just to pop some
  Bitch, its FUCKTHEPOPULATION
  Bodies in my basement
  Lord of the forsaken, watchin bitches fornicatin 
  Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan
  Triple six be my language 
  Smokin on something thats flagrant 
  Shootin up something thats tainted 
  Raindrops cover my dreadlocks
  Mood 21 Savage, that Red Opps
  Might get my face tatted with a tear drop
  Shell-shocked leavin bodies on the sidewalk
  Six days till my death, on the seventh, let me be
  Lower-level dwelling, now the devil rocking FTP
  Ruby setting trends, but in the end, he wants his breath to cease
  Leopard print all on his body, body hangin off the Sphinx
  Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinnin out the herd
  Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm, poisoning the dirt
  Ruby gonna find his death and flirt
  Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn, cut up into thirds
  Ruby got a broken oath, he once swore, take him back to church
  Ruby bloody fist up her skirt