TRAGEDY

Nightmare is ready for battle I'll bite a fucking chunk out of your neck then spit out your fucking Adam's apple I'm lyrically sharp like a scalpel Unorthodox style trained in the holiest chamber of the holy tabernacle I got this battle locked down like chains and shackles I spit fumes across the room with a style that's projectile like reptile Get stabbed in the neck with a weapon that's argyle Unknown to man that can't be identified with any earth type of profile I'm the sinister Zodiac killer You get your chest smashed with the pressure force of a gorilla Born and raised in london I'm possessed by the wicked spirit of jack the ripper I'm horrorcore I kill your whole verse with 1 metaphor Flesh eating carnivore mythological Creature discovered somewhere in the amazon jungles of el salvador The king of the horrorcore Beast of the underground I walk my 3 headed dogs of baskerville hound That will huff and puff and blow your fucking house down Drag you to the devil's playground And surrounded by killer clowns With upside down smiles And face frowns You scared now Catch a lyrical beat down Surrounded by a demons dressed in surgical gowns I can win this battle in every technical round Nightmare Da Unholy Priest Son of a thousand maniacs Im a beast of a pure raw breed A higher caliber of an emcee That destroys his victims A conqueror Ghost in the machine Get your neck caught by moving blades I'm standing over your body and now I watch you bleed 2nd round taking you to the 4th dimension A world far beyond your imagination That takes you soul through the black hole Now your feeling the great depression Dragged beneath the earths surface Beyond the dream realms of inception Your now far far away from heaven Look into the eyes of your challenger I show no reflection No mirror images Give up the ghost the devils due for your redemption You've now entered the 7th chapter 13 chambers of death this is your final destination Get your whole rhymes burned alive like cremation And your lyrics shitted on like a scat porno flick defecation You ain't got skills to battle me I cause physical injury I'm known to kill verses with skills of intensity From the mouth of madness even I question my own mind form of insanity Cause I've caused many casualties And bring pain far beyond your nerval capacity My verses levitate opponents With the technicality Make you feel spiritually lifted from my blows like theirs no gravity You can not even fathom my philosophy I got you switching faiths from darwinism Agnostic judaism To Christianity I drink the blood of a hundred virgin nuns in exchange for my immortality So I'll The way I process thoughts deep into the mind of my mentality And crush your whole physical structure in the worst form of brutality I got you lost in the crossroads Looking for your lost soul That I snatched from your shell Now your hollow Lyrics are cold like the north pole My battle raps are Quarantined in the system of the penal code For killing dekota from this battle rap And fucked up beyond repair I'm in beast mode