Nomada - Nómada's New Nightmare Freestyle lyrics

[Hook] Eh Yo Rest in Peace to Wes Craven Shout out to George A. Romero And my Idol from all times James Wan and Leigh Whannel This freestyle is for yall, we gon do it like this [Verse 1:Nómada] I'm like Norman Bates from Psycho I'm very wise For thinking I'm a joke, you are f**ing with the wrong clown I'm Pennywise Your lyrics are really stupid and really sad All my goons approach your house at the same time n***a: Night of the Living Dead Guns on my hip I ain't taking sh** with that full clip You gon' die tryna chase that a** like that n***a from the Ghost Ship I'm really mean with that Shotgun You Know that I'm about to Make you feel something burning on your head like that scene from the Grudge 2 My n***as put that trench coat on your school like Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris f**ing with me I'm eating your heart out: I'm the American Werewolf in Paris Like that scene from Skeleton key I'm torturing n***as I make this b**h hit her head in the closet: The Conjuring n***as That gun is for use That clip is for you I throw this n***a in a needle pit like that b**h from Saw 2 My n***as pull up some big sh**; sh** you ain't never heard We shoot this motherf**er tryna run on us like that s**er from Deadbirds My punches make n***as crazy and delirious I choke this b**h to d**h like that witch from Insidious I slap the sh** out of your face and do some sh** that is not cool Snatch your b**h and f** her in the a** like The Hills Have Eyes 2 My n***as don't know what's blood my goons never bled Acting crazy I cut your head off like Return of the living Dead I make you watch your mother on camera like that b**h from Jessabelle Bang on your door asking if you miss me I'm that doll from Anabelle My crews is full of hate; f** you and what you ate I make you crazy in this room: 1408 This sh** gon' look like the Iran-Contra affair motherf** these Sandinistas I cut you open while talking sh** I'm that fake doctor from Turistas So you better bow down Like I'm the damn highness Or you gon see a face coming out of darkness like dead silence I'm like Jason Voorhees No talking just cutting sh** You like that dog from the shining No bark just popping sh** I put knives on my hand Like Freddy Krueger I'm like that zombie from Dead Snow I got that German luger My n***as really shoot them things We ain't never budge So trying front like you Toshio And you gon get the Grudge f**ing with me All y'all n***as are dead meat We smack towels on this n***as a**es Like that f*ggot from Elm street All my n***as rich We bout that bling bling One punch Will make your face look like you just watched one of them tapes from the ring (Ring?) Hahahaha [Hook(Final)] This is isn't the end n***as, Whats the cure from Cancer?