Nightmare (Ft Ric Nutt)

[Verse 1: Ric Nutt) America's Nightmare, young, black and dangerous Hit a nigga with with the blue steel or hit him with the stainless Leave a nigga brainless Never is it painless Wake up in the cold sweat Both hands soakin' wet Lookin' out my window, up and down the street One hand on the curtain corner, the other clutchin' my heat Watchin' out for the cheenies, or jack-boys and the beanies They try to take my cheddar With A Ruger or Beretta Hope I never go back Hope I never have to kill again You wouldn't understand that, you suck like a Gilligan Do you know 9 Milli is? Or a head Blaine cotch You two motherfuckers introduced to the {Burial Crops} {Intermission} All you gotta do is stand there and keep the heat on this motherfuker He ain't gotta do no moving around or shit like that 'cuz that's battery acid up under him, ya' know what i'm sayin' I'm gonna go up in the next room up stairs and shit If this nigga move, shoot that motherfucker!