Nightmare Feels (feat. John Anthony)

Pass me the mic on a normal day, I'm Norman Bates I'm killing beats without a blade Now they wanna hate, I'm here to stay They want the beef, I'll bring the plate Fuckin' with me is a fatal attraction I'm poppin' the truck and I'm ready for action My niggas are sliddin' without all the traction I'm automatic, need the Patek, or a foreign chick, like a Jasmin Ride for me like I'm Aladdin Give her wood like I'm a cabin Big booty, she got the wagon Run it back like playin' Madden Spit flames 'cause I'm a dragon Insane, I know I'm spazzin' I switch lanes, like I'm about'a pass ya I need space like I'm part of NASA I flip page to a different chapter So quit sayin', I live in the past 'Cause you pricks ain't on my level That's a prediction that will never happen I've been great, who the fuck is asking? You shit stains on a fucking napkin, yeah Critics are sayin' they had me to fail But they wasn't talkin' as bad as you, (Yeah) I respond like I'm Patti LaBelle when I go and cop a new attitude I poppin' the whips and then doing the splits and I'm replacin' bitches I'm taking a fist to the face and I'm facin' conditions I'm winnin' the race, I am so damn conditioned Not leavin' a trace, there is no competition I'm stealin' the base, don't matter who pitching I'm beatin' the case, doesn't matter who snitching I'm eatin' the plate, doesn't matter the kitchen I swing on your face in a batters position I feed on the hate 'cause this rapper ain't quittin' You need me to stay so my ass you be kissin' Believe me, this ain't even half a prediction The villainous killer is back and you bitches are asking me What the fuck happen to Villain? Just look up a spitter inside of the dictionary Bitch, you'll see I'm the actual picture