Who's the Boogieman?

Qwel
Man sometimes i feel the soul lift right out of my body
who wants to scare me with a shotty
come get flamed like mohatma
screamin mohammed at ghandi
or rip you outta your name
the freezerburner make you proud of the pain
the freezerburner sent me let me introduce myself
the speakin furnace verses earthquakes, typhoons i qwelled
but dude i sell, q, unconcerned with who i melt
it's through the turns, that these pussy's spoonin like it's soup that i smell
the ice'll burn em like the crews that i felled
like they two by twelves
when i'm the truth stop tryin to fool thyselves
it ain't suprisin news for fools, it's just the boos that i yelled
fuckin with chi is suicide, that ain't a bullseye hell
you peep my mic jus like a glimpse of the after
skippin bricks from the rafters
while your tryin to fix your shits in the masters
crimson incision rap deliverence rapture
mad sinister laugh
ya little craft came in blisterin fast
but still spinnin when you get it, as if these nurses are rappers
with raps in their purses
trapeze at circuses, with behemoth, no net
imhotep, the genius version
while you curse at your surgeon
that shit's for certain
meaty creep up on that ass like fema (femur)
ya'll bitches faker than shiva
i bring the rain, and seen the flames through the freezers
while make believers keep the sheep leapin
i speak with discernment
you ain't the boogeyman comin out the closet, freezerburnin