Old Language (Nightmare) Lyrics

Real ghoul, you might see me in your nightmares

Back in school, that's where I first learned not to fight fair

In a mood, roll a few just to get right yeah

Tell em move, you and me ain't the same height yet

Back from the dead, straight to stomping on necks

Call on me yes, ain't got time for regrets

Cut off loose ends, won't be caught up not again

Just shut up let me vent!

Brought all of my friends in,

We living that life and we're willing to die for the gang gang

If I said it I meant it

Can't look in my eyes cause I saw you a lie you pretending

They wanna fuck with the boy and I tell em that can't shit slow it

They wanna copy our shit and I tell em no can't be us

I wanna run in that bitch and just order the Bentley truck

She wanna fuck on the kid and I tell her just make me bust

On my back got margiela, she wan cuff me for my talent

You a rat, boy you tellin, any real ones left in here ?

Hold me back, ain't no tellin, I might make these niggas jealous

Only facts, all rebellion, I'm the youngest pioneer

Real ghoul, you might see me in your nightmares

Back in school, that's where I first learned not to fight fair

In a mood, roll a few just to get right yeah

Tell em move, you and me ain't the same height yet

Back from the dead, straight to stomping on necks

Call on me yes, ain't got time for regrets

Cut off loose ends, won't be caught up not again

Just shut up let me vent!

Feelin nauseous all these toxins in the room

Hear their voices know they callin for me soon

Think we lawless cause we roll with a platoon

Think we Godless cause I'm singing bout this doom

Dirty dancing with a lethal prima donna

She think I'm magic cause this wand gon make her holla

This shit too tragic I'm just passionate bout guala

I'm Manson lethal you ain't adequate for nada

Real ghoul, you might see me in your nightmares

Back in school, that's where I first learned not to fight fair

In a mood, roll a few just to get right yeah

Tell em move, you and me ain't the same height yet

Back from the dead, straight to stomping on necks

Call on me yes, ain't got time for regrets

Cut off loose ends, won't be caught up not again

Just shut up let me vent!