TomB - Weapon k**ah (Erick Sermon Remix) lyrics

Thoughtz of Da Chamber, 1995, Nite of da Livin' Dead, yeah, check this out motherf**er, keep it real y'all, no doubt n***a [Verse 1: Nitemare] Ha ha ha ha ha just right, as I can leaving you in the casket Goddamn you son of a b**h I'm going to get you in the basket Basket case I knowing you can dying forever See you in hell for a week day another flever I made a shotgun AK 47 and knife let's get started I make some barbecue and I put on the fire paper and sticks I just doing cooked your head off until it's ready started I eat your head off and I just swallowing your head off Punching bag getting stronger fights some beating than said off I'll gonna knock you out to a bloody pulp And you getting with finish I can do it then stronger I drinking GULP Muscle stronger, going back to gym Like you either now so I can back out from the bin As I can beat you up and now you do like busy Staying home busy out crew I know was gone fisy Screaming bloody murder like grave diggers and then I know you ready for my n***as Bring your daughter and bring to your slaughter [Verse 2: Stalker] Yeah! Lemme fill 'em with venom duplicate it and finish it n***as really wanna see the syllable diminish it Finally your freaking family's fatality will be the first You heard of the k**er with scriller and will uh be the worst The ultimate k**ing machine even with a hammer and nail Your sk**s on the microphone are tagged as an epic fail You take sail, never lost without your good sense Anytime we be coming up in the motherf**ing spot you turn tense Because we mother thugging f** it, we the Night of the Living Dead Weapon k**er will blind you go behind you and push you down the stairs All of your raps are now useless stupid pieces of wasteful scripture Criminal the k**er about to paint a n***a another picture k**ing the rhythm and filling em with sk** and I will still murder I chill the bill and pill the spill, and a motherf**er will heard a Giving another chopper to stop her own rhymes with the n***as k**er Never heard of us, Tomb, Stalker and Nitemare, I got a weapon k**er [Verse 3: Tomb] I need ya and feed ya to k** you and bury you again Pills are broken and you be praying like Amen The babysitter are threatened When you f**ing with Chamber and Underground Weapon If you be messing with a n***a Then you best be ready to pull the trigga I hope you find yourself disappointed with your music Like he said "We could win or lose it" Tomb, Stalker and Nitemare, and a machete Packing more heat than Lethal Weapon mixed with Freddy Serial k**er and giving your wife a heartache Making another motherf**ing n***as heart quake We could win it or lose that sh** I'mma get a gun and use that sh** Never with the grenade 'bout to diffuse that sh** Tomb, Stalker and Nietmare is who do that sh** ni**a!