[Kobe:]
And I'm drunk, and I'm blowing, and I don't know what I'm a do. Can he cock, ready loaded and I'm looking for you. In your nightmare, I'll be right there.
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Yeah, uh. You ain't even in a round we spit. Nightmares mental. Freddie Krugar pencil on my Elm Street shit. Believe none of what you see, none of the shit you heard. I call rolling a blunt, herb turning over a new leaf. A mixture of Biggie & Pac, going upside your head with a mic stand at your show, it's me giving you props. My minds pure I think coke. A game to the banks broke in my flows Novocaine this Frank Ocean. It ain't the fame the hang-a-lang. Night tares by day, nightmares are the night like David Dane. There's six million ways to end your life, and I choose the tool over the bloody glove with the finger knifes. I'm who you can't stand, probably leaning. Your probably dreaming 'bout Mr. Sandman mixed up with Robert England. Me, I put it right there to see. How can a I ever have a bad dream when a nightmares me. Nickel.
[Kobe:]
And I'm drunk, and I'm blowing, and I don't know what I'm a do. Can he cock, ready loaded and I'm looking for you. In your nightmare, I'll be right there.
[Professor Green:]
[Talking:] Hahaha, everything in life comes at a price. It's time for you to pay. Hahaha
My pen is my paintbrush. I'm forever taking it farther and further. God forbid that I ever extend my art to murder. You don't wanna see me in these sheets. As in a pen I'm a big board of worries and new threats so does any [?]. I ain't thinking about pistols, f*ck a stick. I'm more interested in doing some other shit. Planing shit out and really having some fun with it. Disintegrating your body instead of dumping it. I don't care how uncomfortable your cupboard is, I'll be up in it until I hear your front door opening your coming in. Till it's time to get to work with the screws and all the other tools that I come here with. Yeah I'm f*cking sick in the head. Should I operate in silence or pick a cassette? Your drying out your screams as the blade tickles your flesh. I can here the heart in your chest beat as you bleed on me. Until I cut your tongue out when I'm sick of hearing you beg! Shoulda quit while ahead you little f*ck. You think a little blood is punishment enough for all the things that said? Just is a blade to pick to finish you hits your neck. You wake up shivering in your bed, yeah I'm a nightmare. Hahaha
[Kobe:]
And I'm drunk, and I'm blowing, and I don't know what I'm a do. Can he cock, ready loaded and I'm looking for you. In your nightmare, I'll be right there.
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[Kobe:]
And I'm drunk, and I'm blowing, and I don't know what I'm a do. Can he cock, ready loaded and I'm looking for you. In your nightmare, I'll be right there.
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Yeah, uh. You ain't even in a round we spit. Nightmares mental. Freddie Krugar pencil on my Elm Street shit. Believe none of what you see, none of the shit you heard. I call rolling a blunt, herb turning over a new leaf. A mixture of Biggie & Pac, going upside your head with a mic stand at your show, it's me giving you props. My minds pure I think coke. A game to the banks broke in my flows Novocaine this Frank Ocean. It ain't the fame the hang-a-lang. Night tares by day, nightmares are the night like David Dane. There's six million ways to end your life, and I choose the tool over the bloody glove with the finger knifes. I'm who you can't stand, probably leaning. Your probably dreaming 'bout Mr. Sandman mixed up with Robert England. Me, I put it right there to see. How can a I ever have a bad dream when a nightmares me. Nickel.
[Kobe:]
And I'm drunk, and I'm blowing, and I don't know what I'm a do. Can he cock, ready loaded and I'm looking for you. In your nightmare, I'll be right there.
[Professor Green:]
[Talking:] Hahaha, everything in life comes at a price. It's time for you to pay. Hahaha
My pen is my paintbrush. I'm forever taking it farther and further. God forbid that I ever extend my art to murder. You don't wanna see me in these sheets. As in a pen I'm a big board of worries and new threats so does any [?]. I ain't thinking about pistols, f*ck a stick. I'm more interested in doing some other shit. Planing shit out and really having some fun with it. Disintegrating your body instead of dumping it. I don't care how uncomfortable your cupboard is, I'll be up in it until I hear your front door opening your coming in. Till it's time to get to work with the screws and all the other tools that I come here with. Yeah I'm f*cking sick in the head. Should I operate in silence or pick a cassette? Your drying out your screams as the blade tickles your flesh. I can here the heart in your chest beat as you bleed on me. Until I cut your tongue out when I'm sick of hearing you beg! Shoulda quit while ahead you little f*ck. You think a little blood is punishment enough for all the things that said? Just is a blade to pick to finish you hits your neck. You wake up shivering in your bed, yeah I'm a nightmare. Hahaha
[Kobe:]
And I'm drunk, and I'm blowing, and I don't know what I'm a do. Can he cock, ready loaded and I'm looking for you. In your nightmare, I'll be right there.
And I'm drunk, and I'm blowing, and I don't know what I'm a do. Can he cock, ready loaded and I'm looking for you. In your nightmare, I'll be right there.
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Yeah, uh. You ain't even in a round we spit. Nightmares mental. Freddie Krugar pencil on my Elm Street shit. Believe none of what you see, none of the shit you heard. I call rolling a blunt, herb turning over a new leaf. A mixture of Biggie & Pac, going upside your head with a mic stand at your show, it's me giving you props. My minds pure I think coke. A game to the banks broke in my flows Novocaine this Frank Ocean. It ain't the fame the hang-a-lang. Night tares by day, nightmares are the night like David Dane. There's six million ways to end your life, and I choose the tool over the bloody glove with the finger knifes. I'm who you can't stand, probably leaning. Your probably dreaming 'bout Mr. Sandman mixed up with Robert England. Me, I put it right there to see. How can a I ever have a bad dream when a nightmares me. Nickel.
[Kobe:]
And I'm drunk, and I'm blowing, and I don't know what I'm a do. Can he cock, ready loaded and I'm looking for you. In your nightmare, I'll be right there.
[Professor Green:]
[Talking:] Hahaha, everything in life comes at a price. It's time for you to pay. Hahaha
My pen is my paintbrush. I'm forever taking it farther and further. God forbid that I ever extend my art to murder. You don't wanna see me in these sheets. As in a pen I'm a big board of worries and new threats so does any [?]. I ain't thinking about pistols, f*ck a stick. I'm more interested in doing some other shit. Planing shit out and really having some fun with it. Disintegrating your body instead of dumping it. I don't care how uncomfortable your cupboard is, I'll be up in it until I hear your front door opening your coming in. Till it's time to get to work with the screws and all the other tools that I come here with. Yeah I'm f*cking sick in the head. Should I operate in silence or pick a cassette? Your drying out your screams as the blade tickles your flesh. I can here the heart in your chest beat as you bleed on me. Until I cut your tongue out when I'm sick of hearing you beg! Shoulda quit while ahead you little f*ck. You think a little blood is punishment enough for all the things that said? Just is a blade to pick to finish you hits your neck. You wake up shivering in your bed, yeah I'm a nightmare. Hahaha
[Kobe:]
And I'm drunk, and I'm blowing, and I don't know what I'm a do. Can he cock, ready loaded and I'm looking for you. In your nightmare, I'll be right there.