Bad Dreams

[Busta Rhymes]

Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream

Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream

This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth

I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself

This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it

Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music

Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me

In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me

While he spoke a couple of fires would spark

While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said)

[Devil]

(?) Where it hurts

I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church

Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home

Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome

Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke

Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes

I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse

And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house

[Busta]

Got me bugging on a whole notha level

Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil

Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming

Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon

Seem (?) like the typical storm

So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form

The dream got my nose runny and shit

Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit

Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps

She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep

Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin

Absolutely focused on killing the demon within

So now we fight in the name of my brethren

And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven,

Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air

The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air

While my mind was reassembling now

Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now

Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead

Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head

Yo its funny how the devils'll test us

But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions

Til I'm dead I'm always battling through

You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through

Somebody gotta die, settle the score

Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR

[devil laughing fades]