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Tales From The Crip (Tha Nightmare)
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produced by j-araphat
America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #3,658
Peak in subgenre #610
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LukeCwalker
Uploaded
February 25, 2006
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MP3 4.6 MB 128 kbps 5:01
Lyrics
out from tha gates, tha beast has escaped walkin through hades flames, you all know his name its the nightmare(nightmare), emerge from the earths core nightmare, nightmare, prepare for the third war this is the end, revelation, devastation desolation, total annihilation the terminator(terminator) burnin hataz(burnin hataz) never have you seen a man display any worse behavior im an invalid, robbed of all my innocence so now im on some killa shit, DC militant all my soldiers RISE from the cemetery, EYES red from their dreary LIVES, hearts cold like febuary(febuary) step into my domain, lemme feast on ya brain im so insane wit my saw and a long chain you wanna war the beast? you chose the wrong man raised in the lava pits in the dark land suicidal, homocidal, i slaughter rivals i torture, spits flames n scorch ya bibles im the most evil, meanest, demon ever seen crash into ya dreams, the nightmare leaves a deadly scene step into my mind, dark corners, evil lurkin remember the tour? you're bout to see more everything you see is burnin, the sky is never light black clouds in a black sky, you know you betta hide or im gonna get ya! you know im gonna get ya wit my blades of chaos, you know they're gonna rip ya rotton flesh on my cobble steps pain n sorrow, yes! you'll never see tomorrow bitch! i got a spiked bat,im'a make you swallow it im on some real gore, hardcore, straight horror shit more than a horror flick...this is real life stab through ya gold chain wit a steel knife im hearin voices n they tellin me to murder people tell me to stick heads on the top of a church's steeple like the highlander, ya force is now mine the dawn of the new age is here, its about time world wide plague and pestilence go to the white house, kill the president have no respect for borders like a mexican introduce you pretty angels to my hellish friends yes, im back for some vengeance, here to wreak havoc wit a fully automatic death gun, shit is tragic i am, filled wit madness, my thoughts in constant flux i wanna smash everything in my path like a monster truck lukeConstantine, do you wanna war wit a spirit? no mercy nigga, i'll kill all of ya women build a bondfire n cook all of ya children i will make you eat em wit some tarter sauce n chitlins i dont care for ya feelins, i dont have any in me i was hatched from an egg, tha reptilian biggy im spittin venom, raise ya hands if you wanna get bitten and see how quick i turn the dead to livin
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