This is originally Datzecho's solo track, but I just hopped on for a verse. (Echo is on the hook and 1st verse; I'm on the second)
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NiteMare Verse:
rockin my enemies, droppin like Kennedys
run across ya head to be 'joggin ya memory'
stoppin their entity and cap him right there
my blade'll "cross ya chest" like catholic prayers
you only been a "G" when they showin a Disney
cuz nite'll 'cut ya air' like i was throwin a frisbee
no one will miss thee ill blow if he's too close
stomp on ya rap sheets to add in some 'footnotes'
im packin a hood cload the way i ruin fables
your rhymes are only "FELT" when theyre "glued to pool tables"
i dont need a shank and nine, i'll touch your face with crime
in this race i "bolt a-head" like constructing Frankenstein
preprare for crime try my stairs to climb
you're bars must be injured cuz their a "pair-a-liez"/paralyzed
ya game is too slow, im tamin sumos
youll only "have one/won" when finishing a game of Uno
