I study dream interpretation
I love my classes
I've got an evil teacher who chants in black masses
Things are going great, 'coz he loaned me Freddy's sweater
I'm causing bad frights, stalking hot babes
They're staying up late thanks to my fingerblades
I love my fingerblades

I found a dumb jock sleeping in Craven Station
When he wakes he'll find his six pack evacuated
His girl is screaming RAPE!! 'Coz she sees my bloody sweater
I'm piercing her eyes, tattooing her face
Her last words were, "Where ...did you get those blades?"
She loved my fingerblades

Well, I'm fifth-degree burned and suburban wise
Gotta watch out for those torch-bearing moms on the fly
Now Heather's on my plate. You know, she'd look hot in my sweater.
She's survived my night frights, earned my good grace
When I retire my gloves, I'll leave her my blades
I'll will her my blades

Eminem intrudes: "Not sorry mama. I always meant to hurt you. I always meant to make you die, 'coz tonight, I'm wearin' Freddy's sweater. I got some.... sklaaaargh!"

Freddy: "Only one per customer, and I'm wearin' it, you rap bastard."

I sliced a tech nerd in science
He naps in classes
I made his ass eat his pocketpal and his mouth eat his glasses
He's dead in his seat, and when the bell rings, he'll be deader
So close your eyes tight,
Or I'll make you wet the bedder
I'm turning tans white
'Coz I'm wearing Freddy's sweater
Never giving up the sweater!