2 Nightmares in the Port City by Empr3$$ Lyrics
Murder beats, kill rhymes, sell your soul for a nickel dime. Fool you once that's a good time, cut your heart like a powerline. Have a bitch in my crib, beating liver blood on the Benz. Manipulation all in ya brain, have a bitch going crazy insane. Screaming out my full name, tatted on her, A&A. Beating heart bloody valentine, take ya life that's my time. Cut your throat, steal ya eyes, kiss ya once and tell ya lies. Promises, make none, bitch buy a hoe, pay a ton. Play time that's my time, night time like lifetime. Daytime like play ya bitch, do a dance like Busta Rhymes. Hide and seek put you in a ditch, long dick still take ya bitch. Grab a rope, choke you tight, torch your shit till morning light. Zombie shit like eat ya brains, still hungry still feel the same. Haven't eaten in three days so I'm looking for some fresh meat. Pretty bitches that's all I need, pretty bitches that's all I need. Sleeping pill, give it time, hammer to ya head like a goldmine
Blood all on the table dead bodies murder scene. Heads served on the floor, crushed ya hopes and ya dreams. Pulled up in a white van, black coat with a AK. Hopped out, load the clip, wack rappers, gangway. Dream team, who's that. Its the prophecy its the Empress. I just copped yo mixtape, fuck boi I ain't impressed. U got no commas no interest. No mass appeal no standouts. Only real shit that ya did spit was when I shoved the tape inside ya damn mouth. It's hilarious you embarrassing. You a pacifist imma pessimist. Separate ya blood like a pheresis. Show up to the door where your parents live. Get the burner out get ya dad popped. Tie ya kids up with their arms locked. Leave the scene and give ya mom cock. Now she selling dope in the trap spot. Fix ya chest up for ya get smoked. Check for blood stains get the body bag. Leave the evidence take the remains now the world knows imma psychopath. In the mirror, its a bloodbath, my reflection, gotta conscience. So don't run up on me with the nonsense. Imma go cray lose conscious!
RIP to my old hoes, RIP to my zombie bitches. Take ya life, grim reaper, steal ya soul imma soul keeper. Freddy Krueger, Jason, gotcha bitch tied up in my basement. Say shh, bitch keep it down, I don't wanna hear you make a sound. Mad child, chucky doll, blood on the floor that's a bloody hall. Messing shit like grimy bitch, taking people soul like a devil's bitch. Graveyard, go hard, kill so much that I'm going far. Jizzy, I just killed ya bitch, go so hard gotta small dick. Dead bodies in a trash can, gotcha bitch tied up in a handstand. My pussy she ate that, her brains bitch I blew that. Thotties I done dawged that and Joc dick I cut that
Lets play a game. Live or die. Devils advocate or Devil May Cry. Walk thru these walls nigga might lose ya eye. Or bear traps to the face tear ya mouth up wide. Ghostface mask on with the hook in my hand. Welcome to my nightmares I'm at it again. Friday the 13 bad luck a bliss. Gotta couple beast niggas who be wit da shits. This ice round my neck ridiculous. And y'all goofy ass niggas ain't built for this. The track record took 21 years to spit. And y'all waiting 30 more just to see me slip. You get the bleach, I'll get the shovel. Jump out the car, niggas in trouble. Walking dead on these fuck boys all black suburban get on my level. Care package ready best come and get it. Got the gasoline and adrenaline. Keep the gun tucked no babysitting. With an extra clip for emergency. These shitty rappers don't deserve to eat. Get constipated, they incompetent we decapitate em. Bitch I'm from the south ain't no conversations when its llamas spraying. Goddamn!
Blood all on the table dead bodies murder scene. Heads served on the floor, crushed ya hopes and ya dreams. Pulled up in a white van, black coat with a AK. Hopped out, load the clip, wack rappers, gangway. Dream team, who's that. Its the prophecy its the Empress. I just copped yo mixtape, fuck boi I ain't impressed. U got no commas no interest. No mass appeal no standouts. Only real shit that ya did spit was when I shoved the tape inside ya damn mouth. It's hilarious you embarrassing. You a pacifist imma pessimist. Separate ya blood like a pheresis. Show up to the door where your parents live. Get the burner out get ya dad popped. Tie ya kids up with their arms locked. Leave the scene and give ya mom cock. Now she selling dope in the trap spot. Fix ya chest up for ya get smoked. Check for blood stains get the body bag. Leave the evidence take the remains now the world knows imma psychopath. In the mirror, its a bloodbath, my reflection, gotta conscience. So don't run up on me with the nonsense. Imma go cray lose conscious!
RIP to my old hoes, RIP to my zombie bitches. Take ya life, grim reaper, steal ya soul imma soul keeper. Freddy Krueger, Jason, gotcha bitch tied up in my basement. Say shh, bitch keep it down, I don't wanna hear you make a sound. Mad child, chucky doll, blood on the floor that's a bloody hall. Messing shit like grimy bitch, taking people soul like a devil's bitch. Graveyard, go hard, kill so much that I'm going far. Jizzy, I just killed ya bitch, go so hard gotta small dick. Dead bodies in a trash can, gotcha bitch tied up in a handstand. My pussy she ate that, her brains bitch I blew that. Thotties I done dawged that and Joc dick I cut that
Lets play a game. Live or die. Devils advocate or Devil May Cry. Walk thru these walls nigga might lose ya eye. Or bear traps to the face tear ya mouth up wide. Ghostface mask on with the hook in my hand. Welcome to my nightmares I'm at it again. Friday the 13 bad luck a bliss. Gotta couple beast niggas who be wit da shits. This ice round my neck ridiculous. And y'all goofy ass niggas ain't built for this. The track record took 21 years to spit. And y'all waiting 30 more just to see me slip. You get the bleach, I'll get the shovel. Jump out the car, niggas in trouble. Walking dead on these fuck boys all black suburban get on my level. Care package ready best come and get it. Got the gasoline and adrenaline. Keep the gun tucked no babysitting. With an extra clip for emergency. These shitty rappers don't deserve to eat. Get constipated, they incompetent we decapitate em. Bitch I'm from the south ain't no conversations when its llamas spraying. Goddamn!