[Intro: Dirty South horror rap, 808s rumbling, sinister piano, spoken male voice] Ayy, ayy, ayy... October, baby. Pumpkins on the curb, candy in the bowl. Black Freddy outside with a pocket full of business. (What he sellin'?) Whatever make your sleep go bad, baby. Ha-ha-ha-ha! [Beat Drop: sliding 808 bass, Memphis-style cowbell, eerie synth] [Verse 1: Deep Southern drawl, lazy triplet flow] Black Freddy hit the block, black whip, candy paint, Fedora tipped low, smell like money and restraint. Four blades on the glove, got 'em jumpin' out they skin, He ain't knockin' at the door, he just lettin' himself in. Got a trunk full of nightmares, wholesale, no tax, Lil' demons in the back yellin', "Where the cash at?" He got the whole strip jumpin', got the whole crew paid, Sellin' bad dreams by the ounce in the shade. He got red on the sweater, green glow in his eyes, Tell you, "Sleep real good," then he sell you your demise. Candy corn chain, pumpkin-orange rims, If you owe Freddy money, better not dream about him. (Ayy, pay that man!) He got business on the left, got a hustle on the right, Got your grandma seein' monsters in her sleep every night. He a nightmare dealer, got a premium grade, One taste of that terror, now your whole crew afraid. [Chorus: Dirty South gang vocals, heavy 808 bounce] BLACK FREDDY! (WHO THAT?) RUNNIN' THE BLOCK! (RUN IT!) NIGHTMARE MONEY, GOT THE WHOLE PLACE LOCKED! (CHA-CHING!) BLACK FREDDY! (WHO THAT?) DON'T SLEEP, DON'T STOP! HE SELLIN' BAD DREAMS OUT THE TRUNK OF THE DROP! (Ayy!) PIMP THAT FEAR! MAKE THAT CASH! SEE THAT HAT? BETTER MOVE THAT ASS! BLACK FREDDY! BLACK FREDDY! WHOLE DAMN NEIGHBORHOOD JUMPIN' WHEN HE PASS! [Verse 2: Memphis-influenced flow, cowbell, distorted bass] Freddy got a corner office, alley by the store, Got a velvet-lined briefcase full of nightmares galore. He got premium packages, deluxe scare plans, Got a payment app set up for the sleepin' man's hands. He tell 'em, "Baby, close your eyes, I got a deal for you." Next thing you know, a six-foot spider comin' through. Got a boiler-room suite with a red-light glow, Got a line 'round the block and the prices stay low. He got the pimp-cane swagger, but the glove do the talkin', Got the whole damn graveyard out here moonwalkin'. He don't need no Bentley, he don't need no Benz, He got a hearse on twenty-fours with a trunk that bends. (Ayy, that's custom!) He got pumpkin spice hustlers workin' on commission, Little goblins at the register fulfillin' every vision. Got a skeleton accountant keepin' track of the fees, And a zombie at the front yellin', "NO REFUNDS, PLEASE!" [Spoken: gravelly Southern voice] Now, listen here. You can get the starter pack... Three nightmares, two hallucinations, and a complimentary sleep paralysis demon. But the deluxe package? (What's that?) Your mama callin' you from the hallway when she ain't even home. [Ad-lib: distant scream] (Ain't no refunds!) [Chorus: Louder gang vocals, bouncing 808s] BLACK FREDDY! (WHO THAT?) RUNNIN' THE BLOCK! (RUN IT!) NIGHTMARE MONEY, GOT THE WHOLE PLACE LOCKED! (CHA-CHING!) BLACK FREDDY! (WHO THAT?) DON'T SLEEP, DON'T STOP! HE SELLIN' BAD DREAMS OUT THE TRUNK OF THE DROP! PIMP THAT FEAR! MAKE THAT CASH! SEE THAT HAT? BETTER MOVE THAT ASS! BLACK FREDDY! BLACK FREDDY! WHOLE DAMN NEIGHBORHOOD JUMPIN' WHEN HE PASS! [Instrumental: Dirty South 808s, eerie piano riff, cowbell and horror-film stabs —12s] [Verse 3: Faster Southern rap, playful menace] Now the block got a curfew, nobody stayin' out, Freddy bought the corner store and put his face on the route. Got a layaway plan for your worst-case fright, Pay three easy payments, see a demon every night. Got a gold-tooth grin and a laugh like a chainsaw, Got a business-card slogan sayin', "Sleep is what you pay for." He got referrals from the ghost in apartment thirteen, And a five-star review from a man who ain't been seen. (One star!) One star? Freddy mad, got the whole crew heated, "How you rate my service when your whole family sleepin'?" He pulled up to the reviewer's house at three, Left a coupon on the porch: "NEXT SCARE HALF-FREE!" Got the witches on payroll, got the bats on retainer, Got a contract with the moon and a deal with the undertaker. He ain't scared of no monster, he the monster they call, Even Dracula owe him for the rent on his hall. [Bridge: Beat drops to half-time, deep spoken vocal] Ayy, Freddy... What's the number one rule of business? (Stay paid.) What's the number two rule? (Stay scary.) And what's the number three rule? [Pause: bass stops] DON'T LET THEM CATCH YOU SLEEPIN'! [Beat Drop: massive 808 slide, gang shouts] (ON GOD!) [Final Chorus: Full gang vocals, distorted bass, chaotic ad-libs] BLACK FREDDY! (WHO THAT?) RUNNIN' THE BLOCK! (RUN IT!) NIGHTMARE MONEY, GOT THE WHOLE PLACE LOCKED! (CHA-CHING!) BLACK FREDDY! (WHO THAT?) DON'T SLEEP, DON'T STOP! HE SELLIN' BAD DREAMS OUT THE TRUNK OF THE DROP! PIMP THAT FEAR!
