[Hook]
[Verse 1: Tomb]
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nitemare]
I’m like Norman Bates from Psycho I’m very wise
For thinking I’m a joke, you are f*cking with the wrong clown I’m Pennywise
Your lyrics are really stupid and really sad
All my goons approach your house at the same time n*gga: Night of the Living Dead
Guns on my hip I ain't taking sh*t with that full clip
You gon' die tryna chase that ass like that n*gga from the Ghost Ship
I’m really mean with that Shotgun You Know that I’m about to
Make you feel something burning on your head like that scene from the Grudge 2
My n*ggas put that trench coat on your school like Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris
f*cking with me I’m eating your heart out: I’m the American Werewolf in Paris
Like that scene from Skeleton key I’m torturing n*ggas
I make this b*tch hit her head in the closet: The Conjuring n*ggas
That gun is for use
That clip is for you
I throw this n*gga in a needle pit like that b*tch from Saw 2
My n*ggas pull up some big sh*t; sh*t you ain't never heard
We shoot this motherf*cker tryna run on us like that sucker from Deadbirds
My punches make n*ggas crazy and delirious
I choke this b*tch to death like that witch from Insidious
I slap the sh*t out of your face and do some sh*t that is not cool
Snatch your b*tch and f*ck her in the ass like The Hills Have Eyes 2
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Stalker]
My n*ggas don’t know what’s blood my goons never bled
Acting crazy I cut your head off like Return of the living Dead
I make you watch your mother on camera like that b*tch from Jessabelle
Bang on your door asking if you miss me I’m that doll from Anabelle
My crews is full of hate; f*ck you and what you ate
I make you crazy in this room: 1408
This sh*t gon' look like the Iran-Contra affair motherf*ck these Sandinistas
I cut you open while talking sh*t I’m that fake doctor from Turistas
So you better bow down
Like I’m the damn highness
Or you gon see a face coming out of darkness like dead silence
I’m like Jason Voorhees
No talking just cutting sh*t
You like that dog from the shining
No bark just popping sh*t
I put knives on my hand
Like Freddy Krueger
I’m like that zombie from Dead Snow
I got that German luger
My n*ggas really shoot them things
We ain't never budge
So trying front like you Toshio
And you gon get the Grudge
f*cking with me
All y'all n*ggas are dead meat
We smack towels on this n*ggas asses
Like that faggot from Elm street
All my n*ggas rich
We bout that bling bling
One punch
Will make your face look like you just watched one of them tapes from the ring (Ring?)
Hahahaha