Their Worst Nightmare

It’s the whiskey-sippin sickly-spittin villain with the still precision Fuck wit me you end up worse off than your children’s pension Mentioning my symptoms in a sentence is an ill decision I’m finger-flippin, thinkin shit that’s outta this dimension Fuck an accolade, I leave you actin slayed, track for days, catch em where they lay and then lacerate Shit, and don’t expect me to act ashamed You fucked yourself up like you levitate while you masturbate I’m the fuckin king and if you try to tax evade, you get sniped cause my thoughts darker than Wesley These lyrical semis are deadly so I wouldn’t upset me or test me with the pencil cause I’m known to let the lead free And if you try to withstand, you’ll be with Stan, chopped in the trunk of the van, while I drink a fifth and cry to Shady all bout how I coulda lived Only difference is I’m killin verses ‘fore I hit the bridge I went to sleep a young intellectual but it’s crazy what a couple cold sweats’ll do Assassin with these words, got unlimited weapons dude cause I’m a money shot and I think I’m bout to invest in you Might go up in the Capitol building wit no accomplice and take a shit on the House floor, act all accomplished and call myself a Congressman, maybe they’ll bargain then Might go bargin’ in Mr. Zimmerman’s front door actin all mad motherfuckin’ hardcore Tell him stand his ground, then blam the pound, throw a hoodie on em and call it in “A man is down” You better pray I wake up You better pray I wake up You better pray I wake up You better pray I wake up, you better