America's Nightmare

[Verse 1:]

22 years old, bold with much guts

O.G. from the hood kickin' up dust

Once I got ya, no one can save ya

Fresh out the swamp, a neighborhood gator

One-times want some action, I'm paper lapped and taxin'

Bo dropped them like the Jacksons

Don't sing, down with Rodney King

Solo on the scene, let my dick swing

Fuck the white man and his plan

America's nightmare is who the fuck I am

Six-feet and dark skin, with skills of a marksman

Kill at will when I feel like barkin'

So step to my left side, as I aim with my right eye

'Cause at the end all the whites die

Pay is what you owe

I'll have a hundred and fifty billion blacks at the white house front do'

And I won't eat pork on a God-damn mission

And no I'm not a member of the Muslim religion

Platinum, one million stackin'

Flood the hood with tapes, now everybody's rappin'

And jackin' so how it happen, captain

It's the general, sucka no, indo with the fo' fo'

Auto mag saggin' without a rag

One in the chamber, ready for the fuckin' danger

Call up your boys, it's worser then the watts riot

Whitey got his buck stopped in the violence

Lyrics that flow, letting your punk-ass know

Standing right here's America's Nightmare

[Verse 2:]

Walk like I'm on my way to execution

A.K. in my hand is what I'm usin

Confusin fools run up and catch the bruisin

Tatoo's under rest in peace cause of the music

I'm hard-core, six deep in a ford explorer, ready for the fuckin war

So when it's on take cover

A.K's dance from the gutter, thick gloves for the smother

No finger tips so there's no evidence

Plus I dumped the A.K's in the ditch

Hit the switches, fuck the bitches

I'm a killah, hardcore nappy head guerilla

Soudin like cube, so give the president the bad news

Another ex-con with flow, fool

No tatoo's so you can't mark me

Down with my sista's, FUCK charles barkley

Send me to the war, and I'll push the button

America's Nightmare saggin' and struttin'

Fuck the coppers, let 'em have it with the choppers

Trigger happy like "O-Dawg", trick, America's Nightmare

[Verse 3:]

It's that locced out madness that got these steel toes thumpin'

And it's that henn though that got me drunk as a motherfucker

Bangin' like pots and pans 'fore day he yells

Thousand watts 15's on thangs with no L's

America's nightmare, strapped to a tee

Cocked and ready to bust it's that H.K. forty

I'm known to get further on the block then white P.D.

Get out of sight quickly, dump when I'm tipsy

Crip-made hookers I'm the one that you fear

America's night, motherfuckin' mare

Uhh, so bring it on when it's on

Fools strapped up back to back then I make that call to the dome

I got bounce like a baller but I'm real like air dog

And when it gets funky I attack like a bear hog

Dawg, so pick a bone with the next man

Cause I, am, a crazy lunatic man

I crease my own khaki', you fools can't jack me

Or eat a strap of fully loaded mac daddy

And don't give a fuck, plus can't wait to buck

Full pump slugs will catch you 'fore that ass ducks

Fool I gets even, steven ain't even breathin

Fucked and bucked him, eternal bleedin'

On the concrete, passed away like some bomb weed

Fuck freddy, it's me trick: America's nightmare