Fck The Nightstalker

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm what the doctor ordered with some more malpractice Bringing it back to when they used to jack for Georgetown jackets They say I'm something like the weather when it's time to get my [?] back Clear skies, sunny, with a chance of pimp slap Dear Lord, may you never let a ratchet with no ass Gain any access through the rear door American Apparel bitches jumping off the billboard I rode up in a Mustang, no, I mean a real horse Whatchu here for? All that hatin', no conviction Is is science, fact or fiction? You've been lying that you're pimpin' Survival of the fittest, [???] Competition but you're trippin' like your bitch is blowing kisses, but your Girl is like a goonie-ass hoodrat So even if I hit that, you wouldn't take it personal But she pretends we fuck, like a virgin taking birth control [?] Murder murder murder climbing through your window, slit your throat Slicker than the slug trail on a muthafuckin' stripper pole Demons lead me while I'm dreaming, hear the sound of gurgled breathing Punctured lungs fill up with blood so that you drown from inner bleeding [Hook] Look, look, Hellfyre from the [?] Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez "Rheteric" in their blood, what was written on the mirror Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez Hearing all that shit you talking, still I get no interference Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, Fuck a, fuck a Night Stalker [Verse 2] Millions of unfamiliar faces in the crowd looking at me Some of 'em got hatred like I'm famous in they bad dream Feeling like I'm Clay Andrew Dice up in this trick Still all these phony white kids be like "Who the fuck's a [??]" These nuts bigger than some wrecking balls And for the record, some of yo' bitches at my beckon call From the mall, to the bed, they get involved with the [?] Make the sign of the cross and tell them that the God has [?] Zany, soak up game, that's why they aiming to stand next to To me, it like whatever, my pimpin' ain't no pressure I ain't made a huge effort to be the next Hugh Hefner But my nuts can hold the world, next Nikola Tesla Magnum opus be this album, be like "how come he's the coldest?" Bleeding noses, so much claim in this nostalgia, evil opens And I'm spiritually awoken and my grave they'll leave in roses My afterlife right now, do you believe in omens? [Hook] Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez (x8)