| Yeah yeah, think of everything you ever dreamed
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| I’m the scariest shit that you ever seen
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| It’s not the boogie man, still leaving them shook
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| I put the out of my pants, slap you with dooky hands
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| I’m working, tryna find your soul
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| Locked up and it’s lights out, tryna find you niggas
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| See I’m a nice guy
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| But when you turn your back, I become the opisit of it, the night sky
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| I get rappers worried, I act like
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| After I murder murder ya
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| See I’m packing a 30 30
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| But actually verbals get hurt worse than a strap
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| The on him like he buried alive
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| He ain’t bairly breathing, I beat him till he bairly alive
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| What you get is what you whitness, ripping off his eyes
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| I be stuck in a Crip hood, but he ran for the five, nightmare
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| Don’t run, don’t run
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| Tonight you can’t escape this fear
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| Turn off the lights, close your eyes, and then that’s when I appear
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| I’m your nightmare
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| Welcome to your nightmare
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| I got them shaking
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| I told you you would pay some day for sleeping on me
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| Now you waiking up, better stay up
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| In the shadows, you see me waiting
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| Tryna escape, but I’m still coming to get you later
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| Nigga run run, hurry quick fast
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| The boogie man just busted in, I’m coming for your bitch ass
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| When I step in the booth, and do what I do
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| I’m Freddy Krugor to you niggas, in the studio
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| Crippin my dreams, so we could have C’s
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| Nigga I should be on a leash
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| Leaving them bleeding, when they see me
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| Just whisper my name, give them the heeby-jeebys
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| I am everything that you fear
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| Song in the night, I am everything that you hear
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| On the other side when you stand in front of a mearor
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| It really ain’t no point in trying
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| Don’t run, don’t run
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| Tonight you can’t escape this fear
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| Turn off the lights, close your eyes, and then that’s when I appear
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| I’m your nightmare
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| Welcome to your nightmare
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| I’m your worst nightmare, canablism
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| And Imma sick 'm
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| Hit 'm up with this stick,
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| Giving it to the Phenom, yeah he’s calm
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| Putting boddies in the sea, mom
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| I’m holding a Tommy and a cleaver
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| I’m running this shot, like a fuckin whide receiver
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| Lynch mob AA, gotta be the nicest
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| Icey motherfucker, just me, Imma dice it
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| Serial murdererr, Imma
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| Once you push the petal, Toyota mode, weather you like it or not
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| Know the cycle is hot
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| Chopping him up
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| weather you like it it’s hot
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| Slice it up and drink the blood
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| Even my Bloods give me love, gang love, cuz
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| That’s how it goes, I’m a pro
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| I’m throwin up the bo, you know
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| Don’t run, don’t run
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| Tonight you can’t escape this fear
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| Turn off the lights, close your eyes, and then that’s when I appear
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| I’m your nightmare
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| Welcome to your nightmare |