DJ Spinna - Nightmares lyrics

(...Give a f**, n***a) [Verse 1: In2ition] [TO BE ADDED] [Hook] (I'm a f**ing nightmare: young, black and just don't give a f**) (I just wanna get high and live it up) (A nightmare: young, black and just don't give a f**) (I just wanna get high) (A white nightmare: young, black and just don't give a f**) (I just wanna get high and live it up) (A nightmare: young, black and just don't give a f**, n***a) [Verse 2: The Etherealist] I'm pulling scalps off; it's stitches for b**hes who run their mouths off I pound who*es with dicks and fists; I'm a outlaw Suffocate you in your a**hole: craft murders from metaphors There's millions of years between us like the T-Rex and the stegosaurs Inventing wars to mutilate your children When the hydro-bomb drops, better escape the building Catch a feeling in my presence and you headed for Heaven Deaden your brethren in a second at a Seven-Eleven Forget a weapon: I'm spitting a venom; a Armageddon I deafen; I'm dropping bodies like The Great Depression I'm f**ing bedding six-feet-deep and emcee in the area I'm scarier than a f**ing rabid pit-bull terrier Bury ya, sever ya, shred, disconnect ya, vivisect ya You're f**ing with the dissector: better forget about Lecter Ate so many pigs' families that the po-po shut the case off You wanna role with my best, you better expect to cut your face off (Try peeling off your face) [Hook] [Verse 3: In2ition & (The Etherealist)] If I ever had a daughter, I think I'd have to abort her If she grew up to be a stunner, it'd be incestuous co*k slaughter (Rock snorter; the hoarder of infectious block-walkers) (I f** 'em with forceps; force 'em to s** in toilet water) I'm not here to impress or transgress: I'm here to depress Oppress, aggress, possess; protest my wickedness (Sickness; children impaled on my picket fence) (Compress your sket's flesh through a f**ing Play Doh press) (You Legolas: I literally leave lesbians limbless) Take photos of them undressed: use it as stimulus (Instruments of violence; eyelids stapled open) Permitting their silence, I bid them to motion (These hoes getting the hose again unless the f**ing bucket holds the lotion) They chose to pose as posers but soon their spines will be broken (Lines of the c**aína; fevers for foetuses; cleavers in beaver's clits) Practitioners of treason-ness; mind's as a hyena's is Creators of hater's limp penises [Hook]