Feat. Demoz
Verse 1
Im just evil biologically, listen to yall that make a mockery
Anton LaVey is like a god to me
I am not possibly associated with your democracy
Gary? is like a shah to me, go to war logically
I conduct self Nostradamusly, I am Ibrahims last prophecy
Earth is my property, I am possessed like Im an apostrophe
Vinny Appice is like a star to me
Paz swears silently, cut your fucking head like a lobotomy
Rape the fucking beat like sodomy
Nietzsche and philosophy, I am a vampire, Im proud to be
I cannot be seen in your photography
Vinnie an anomaly, I am not a part of Gods colony
Three inches of blood on my carpeting making things hard for me
My own family wont talk to me, I have to pray to Allah constantly honestly
Chorus
Im having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene
Yellow tape around the booth, no one heard em scream
He dont deserve to dream, nigga this a murder scene
Yellow tape around the booth, Im having nervous dreams
I let my pistol bang, the Official Pistol Gang
So whats the issue man? I can make a tissue hang
Im having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene
Yellow tape wrapped around the booth, nobody heard em scream
Verse 2
Underground like dirt and the oil
Earth and the soil, I burn like boil
Destroy rappers, King Kong massacre
Bullets ricochet playing ping pong passengers
Wont make it, the real wont fake it
If something dont belong to you then dont take it
A naked eye can look loyal but dont trust em
Thats why I chill with women, fuck em but dont cuff em
Cheat and wont treat em, beat em and wont eat em
Leave em and wont feed em
Believe me a cold demon, I am but I wont leave em
Until that we both even
Until she catch me fucking a 20 year old freaking
On top of the fucking bed we make love and both sleeping
Now thats the hundredth time she caught me with hoes cheating
I think I got a problem with being faithful
Its not that I aint grateful, its just something about me so hateful
Chorus
Im having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene
Yellow tape around the booth, no one heard em scream
He dont deserve to dream, nigga this a murder scene
Yellow tape around the booth, Im having nervous dreams
I let my pistol bang, the Official Pistol Gang
So whats the issue man? I can make a tissue hang
Im having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene
Yellow tape wrapped around the booth, nobody heard em scream
Verse 3
Im strutting with the black mask, cant pass on the cash
Relax on the grass, cant slack on the slash
Theres no rest, theres no 2 and a half hour crash
Im all about the cash, outwit and outlast
In mass covered in black from gun powder blast
Can care less if you wear a flag or a badge
Im trying to have mattresses of cash
Im trying to have the bachelor pad built up with packages and bags
No matter how many bodies amass in the trash
I stay on the move, bad news travels fast
I stay with the smoking weapon and no discretion
Its a gross obsession, I keep it close under low detection
Dont provoke me and dont ask any loaded questions
I dont go for one soul, I want the whole collection
Send you on that long road to perfection
Murder all the men I swore an oath of protection