B.Zero HAARPER
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[Intro]
NIGHTMVRE—
[Verse 1]
What is it you see in me, come meet me in the badlands
Can you feel my aura it's euphoric, this my grandstand
Competition I have none, I see them in the front row
Shawty from a foreign land she wanna get her back throwed
She says that I'm an asshole
I'm still hittin' that back though
She on me like a capo, we in tune, yes, I'm the capo
Assassin on the mission, they be fishin' fate like Pesci
I'm nearin' like I'm Nero, razor blades, gon' make it messy
Get em with the onomatopoeia wouldn't be ya
Got my finger to ya domе like cya, you M.I.A
Every label on my D so I'ma shovе it down they throat
If they want to disagree it gon be murder all she wrote
I'm fuckin' tired and sick of the bite of a bitch
Put that mutt down, fuckin' tie it to a brick
Tell me what are you worth?
(Juh, another mouth for my girth)
Juggin' till they down in the dirt
Pound hunnid rounds 'till they ground, 'till they earth
Drown hunnid rounds 'till they down, I'ma lurk
Stand every hound 'till the town is inert
They cannot they cannot handle the heat
Precipitation on the rise
While they talkin' like sheep
They ice turned to steam when I speak
I know that yo confidence fake and yo talkin' is cheap
NIGHTMVRE—
[Verse 1]
What is it you see in me, come meet me in the badlands
Can you feel my aura it's euphoric, this my grandstand
Competition I have none, I see them in the front row
Shawty from a foreign land she wanna get her back throwed
She says that I'm an asshole
I'm still hittin' that back though
She on me like a capo, we in tune, yes, I'm the capo
Assassin on the mission, they be fishin' fate like Pesci
I'm nearin' like I'm Nero, razor blades, gon' make it messy
Get em with the onomatopoeia wouldn't be ya
Got my finger to ya domе like cya, you M.I.A
Every label on my D so I'ma shovе it down they throat
If they want to disagree it gon be murder all she wrote
I'm fuckin' tired and sick of the bite of a bitch
Put that mutt down, fuckin' tie it to a brick
Tell me what are you worth?
(Juh, another mouth for my girth)
Juggin' till they down in the dirt
Pound hunnid rounds 'till they ground, 'till they earth
Drown hunnid rounds 'till they down, I'ma lurk
Stand every hound 'till the town is inert
They cannot they cannot handle the heat
Precipitation on the rise
While they talkin' like sheep
They ice turned to steam when I speak
I know that yo confidence fake and yo talkin' is cheap
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