nightm4re (hatman theme) Lyrics

Better sleep with one eye open

Hope you got all your receipts vaulted

If lil' bro thinkin' that that eerie sound gon' die

I won't lie, I'll be waitin' outside, he better be prayin' for his life

You ain't talkin' with your chest now

Disappeared, what, hiding under covers now?

You thought this a game, it's been a while and you had your fun

But you should be real scared when this is said and done

Maybe it's just all the paranoia

You know that there's something out there waiting for you

But once this shit starts, you'll be wishing

That this beat was moving like Juan Pablo Montoya, agh

'Cause this the opposite of Saw movies, I'll be torturing you slowly

You best assemble your gang, bring out all your lil' groupies

'Cause I know they don't fuck with me

But you can hear the sound building

Roll 'em up, you can smell the za burning

Soul choking, getting caught up, high up on the trees

Got your chest tight, don't you try to converse with me

Like Tony Soprano, once I get you out to sea

Like Pusha T, they say the holy ghost comes in three

So next time you see me, better aim above the knee

But you should already know not to fuck with me

Know this shit is on sight

No gun, no knife, turn off all the lights

As I recite the final passage of your life

There ain't no shine

Not even a glimmer off your last fucking dime

No, you ain't in your prime

We're tired of the song and dance of mime

The goals and your persona have already toed the line

Your slimes calling out the swine

You're running out of time

But I bet you'd still pull up your IG and put your ego death on live

I can't be no bogeyman, somebody took that title

But you got your shit on Tidal, now you think you're up there with your idols

Something's gotta make you feel a little less entitled

So I'm about to make this worse, like season seven of that show, no Michael

Oh my fucking god

A fucking cash cow, man, you've lost the plot

But I guess I see a little me in there

But I see you're crashing out, on your way out like Kramer

Don't you say another fucking word

One more shot and I'll send you to the birds

Doves, ain't no crying, when you dying

Big talk coming from someone from the burbs

Match the energy of me wanting you to bite the curb

This the point of no return

Hope you saved, hope you said your prayer

'Cause now it's my turn

And I can't wait to pull up, and see you stall and burn