[Intro]
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-

[Verse]
Once was a killer and I got a bunch of clips
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 of when you dreamin'
For a new cause, hit the pause, lookin' for a new job
Wake up with the bed while you pussies tryna slay
I'm the Freddie mane, fuck the game, looking for a new bang
Oh shit, what the hell you talkin' 'bout, bitch?
It's the new way, Freddie mane 'bout to make a separate lane

[Chorus]
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 gotta go