MaestrODCS - Nosetalgia (remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Maestro J] Maestro! Dark thoughts enter like the Sandman of Metallica Metallic black paint, plastered on that Dodge Challenger k**ing any challenger, from legends to them amateurs Fantastic, while finessing something smooth and so spectacular Pressure's building up like the stress in them volcanoes Ungrateful motherf**ers talking sh**, I really hate those God of War on wordplay, k**ing gods just like I'm Kratos Playing with grenades, throwing them like hot potatoes Unstable is a word that resonates through all my character f**ed life, gagged her up, now I'm about to marry her Scarier in person, words are something of a version Of the devil f**ing virgins, leaving p**y n***as squirming Exterminating vermin, circumstances hold a purpose Everyone around me shaking, words leaving them nervous Tougher than the earth's surface n***as folding like some chairs In my house of horror, n***a Demons live under my stairs A closet full of corpses and An attic full of skeletons Hellraiser in my basement, Jason posted on my settlement No gra** up in my yard, pavement out onto the street So snakes can feel the heat, when they on my concrete Conscience disconnected, so your life isn't protected 'Fore you run and grab your cross, see it from my retrospective Mind is somethin' so deceptive, playing tricks up on my sight Cause my wrists turn red when I scream throughout the night There is no delight, no light for you to see! Just the whips and the chains, scenes of pure misery! I don't care about your pleas, I just wanna hear you die As you draw your last breath, and your soul comes out your eyes! [Hook] You better change what comes out your speaker! Dee-dee-dee-da-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-da-dee-day [Verse 2: ODCS] This is nostalgic Back in the day like This is your childhood Back in the day when music still had you Actin' insane Hear it then you start wil'd'n Listen to this talent Hold on to your wallets Here to steal them like the life Of Christopher Wallace Or 2Pac in Vah-gas Not Vah-gas, Vegas Forget all this waiting Ain't got the patience My heart is racing Hold on it's my turn Push the heater cross your cheek I call that a side burn Dead men respond to me Got no time for live ones Guess I'm just timeless No clocks or watches Flows co*ked like shotguns Ready to burst Mess with me, or my team You're headed to a hurse Won't need attention From a medical nurse Dead on arrival Head is in the dirt Body holey like the Bible My name's in the gospels First book new testament Talk you into suicide I hurt you with rhetoric Virtues are dead to me Serve you exceptionally Cause you ain't the first dude To step to me Wreck MC's Like Kanye's car crash My rhyme books are hard backs I find you like blood hounds And cause you to fall back Sun up to sundown Guns up like Lub-town You'll wind up unwound I score like touchdowns Treat you like the government I'll make you shut down My rhymes are stupid No need to dumb down Verses come in all shapes and sizes Like some gun rounds Can't tell me nothing Like you Mushmouth What's up now? [Bridge] Let's get it! [Hook] They must be on the dick of who? [x2]