Thoughtz of Da Chamber, 1995, Nite of da Livin' Dead, yeah, check this out motherf**er, keep it real y'all, no doubt n***a
[Verse 1: Nitemare]
Ha ha ha ha ha just right, as I can leaving you in the casket
Goddamn you son of a b**h I'm going to get you in the basket
Basket case I knowing you can dying forever
See you in hell for a week day another flever
I made a shotgun AK 47 and knife let's get started
I make some barbecue and I put on the fire paper and sticks I just doing cooked your head off until it's ready started
I eat your head off and I just swallowing your head off
Punching bag getting stronger fights some beating than said off
I'll gonna knock you out to a bloody pulp
And you getting with finish I can do it then stronger I drinking GULP
Muscle stronger, going back to gym
Like you either now so I can back out from the bin
As I can beat you up and now you do like busy
Staying home busy out crew I know was gone fisy
Screaming bloody murder like grave diggers and then I know you ready for my n***as
Bring your daughter and bring to your slaughter
[Verse 2: Stalker]
Yeah!
Lemme fill 'em with venom duplicate it and finish it
n***as really wanna see the syllable diminish it
Finally your freaking family's fatality will be the first
You heard of the k**er with scriller and will uh be the worst
The ultimate k**ing machine even with a hammer and nail
Your sk**s on the microphone are tagged as an epic fail
You take sail, never lost without your good sense
Anytime we be coming up in the motherf**ing spot you turn tense
Because we mother thugging f** it, we the Night of the Living Dead
Weapon k**er will blind you go behind you and push you down the stairs
All of your raps are now useless stupid pieces of wasteful scripture
Criminal the k**er about to paint a n***a another picture
k**ing the rhythm and filling em with sk** and I will still murder
I chill the bill and pill the spill, and a motherf**er will heard a
Giving another chopper to stop her own rhymes with the n***as k**er
Never heard of us, Tomb, Stalker and Nitemare, I got a weapon k**er
[Verse 3: Tomb]
I need ya and feed ya to k** you and bury you again
Pills are broken and you be praying like Amen
The babysitter are threatened
When you f**ing with Chamber and Underground Weapon
If you be messing with a n***a
Then you best be ready to pull the trigga
I hope you find yourself disappointed with your music
Like he said "We could win or lose it"
Tomb, Stalker and Nitemare, and a machete
Packing more heat than Lethal Weapon mixed with Freddy
Serial k**er and giving your wife a heartache
Making another motherf**ing n***as heart quake
We could win it or lose that sh**
I'mma get a gun and use that sh**
Never with the grenade 'bout to diffuse that sh**
Tomb, Stalker and Nietmare is who do that sh**
ni**a!