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letra de new nightmare - yung slave da snow mane & "inspectah" evil mane

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[hook]
one in the chamber for you n-ggas on the creep
so n-gga just step up
bring it on n-gga, bring it on

one in the chamber for you n-ggas on the creep
so n-gga just step up
want some of this, then you’re a stupid motherf-cker

[verse 1: yung slave da snow mane]
it’s 3am, and slave can’t really seem to fall asleep
trigger finger itchin’ time to get out on the creep
time to get buck on some f-ckin’ sheep, my n-gga

a young playa out on the street
lookin left, right, but he still couldn’t see
slave approaching from the place he will be
deep in the forest buried under trees

da snow mane, the god of ice, makin’ you freeze in terror
petrify the blood in your d-mn veins
evil mane, butcher of souls, satanic disciple, make you feel immeasurable pains
lil jack, jack the ripper, tearin’ up bodies like he a wood chippa
you better not slipp-a, cause manson gang get ya, and when we come at ya, my n-gga i’ll have ya

sprawled on the floor with a blade in your neck
this n-gga still breathin’ so i break his d-mn back
draggin’ you down to the bas-m-nt where 66 rats are waitin’ to make you their d-mn snack
i’m shovin the gat so deep in your grill
lil f-ggot do you like the way that it feels?
i feed you some pills while jack gets the drill
evil mane is getting ready to k!ll

bring out your girl, beat her down good
rip off her clothes, feed her some wood
f-ckin’ broad better not bite, before i slice of her f-ckin’ girlhood

thoughts of suicide are creepin’ in your head but i don’t care
no death for you, keep gasping air
your blood is seepin’, your soul is leavin’, playa
welcome to my new nightmare

[hook x2]

[verse 2: lil jack]
yeah
i slip on the clip, plastic glock, covered in blood
i cut off your head then i p-ss in your skull
kidnap my enemies, torture their relatives
i send a hitman to where you live

ain’t no […] i show you no mercy
[…] like dracula, say i’m bloodthirsty
decapitation, bodies in a he-rs-
give ’em a casket, put ’em in a church
couple of skeletons off in my closet
hear they blood drippin’ off like a faucet
i’m havin’ convos with the reaper
speakin’ with demons, sharing secrets

yes i wish death upon all you haters
i’m the king of the throne there ain’t no one greater
gave him three to the head, left his body shakin’
welcome to h-ll, take a walk with satan

get a bl–dy butcher knife stuck off in your carcass
or stick the chainsaw through your armpits
hang you from the ceiling by your f-ckin’ feet
duct tape your face so you can not speak

manson the gang, legally insane
blow out your brains like my name’s […]
for that cocaine me a family man
noose up your neck as my enemies hang

bang, bang, all my enemies dead
spit on your grave, i paralyze your kids
mane cut your throat, mane break off your legs
chopper in your mouth it’s too late to beg

bang, bang, all my enemies dead
spit on your grave, i paralyze your kids
mane cut your throat, mane break off your legs
chopper in your mouth it’s too late to beg
[hook x2]

[verse 3: “inspectah” evil mane]
torture chamber, slaughterhouse, welcome to the new nightmare
glocks, machetes, hunting knives, but don’t mistake this as a dream
gonna grab you by your neck then hang you to this f-ckin’ roof
livestream it, but me stay wearing a mask so police ain’t seen the proof

kickin it with manson family so we cl!cked with lil jack
he smuggled arms down left to texas so he got me all new gats
ask yung slave if he got the weed and he said sure so we got high we smoked dat bud
gettin off 35 high hopin’ police don’t pull me over cuz a dead skunk in the trunk

conversating with the dead so i asked manson a couple thangs
bout that heat squad he sent out that left a couple b-tches dead
asked him what his favorite weapon was he said he like to drill
said it didn’t matter long as it kept his rivals k!lled

then i hit up jeffrey dahmer he said that he like to eat
beating hearts, brains and t-st-cl-s just keep it human meat
what about that john wayne gacy, he stay dressin like a clown
he told me he has all these victims that ain’t known they still underground

what i’m tryin’ to explain is me and yung slave we ain’t right
mental issues through the roof that keep us progressin’ in life
they threw me in the solitary, nothin’ but these evil thoughts
what’s the reasoning behind our motherf-ckin’ brain rot

i’m stuck alone, with this chrome, should i turn my brain to foam
or should i release these demons buildin’ up inside my dome

[outro: yung slave da snow mane]
y’all know it’s like this, motherf-ckers
yung slave da snow mane, “inspectah” evil mane, with lil jack
welcome to your new nightmare biaatch

[hook x2]

- yung slave da snow mane inspectah evil mane

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