Phillip Morris - Nightmare Before Christmas lyrics

[Verse 1: Phillip Morris] Yo, it's the nightmare before Christmas n***as probably ran I'm hopping out of body bags I like scaring morticians Creepy but it's fun though Chiefing on the skunk dro By the way, also need some TP for my bunghole I done stole the spotlight n***a, relax After the shows you'll have to go home with a nicotine patch Listeners get straight addicted f** the system we need to rage against it So I hope this wordplay's convincing Mad martagon I role with a gang of midgets Spitting acidic liquids Changed to redder shades of litmus Dangerous mixing fire with gas Shat on the industry, didn't think of wiping his a** Keep it funktified Krunk and lye Yes, I'm drunk and high true Nice smooth on the mic but I dance like a white dude This is handcrafted hip-hop pottery You're not a Don Juan, n***a You's a Don Juan wannabe I'm Sean Connery Rock a beat like Sisyphus Reaching in my pockets deep and picking lint I'm the antithesis of Richie Rich My car is a mess Fought so hard to catch this train of thought regardless of stress The architect, hard to rest When he's up at night Puffing pipes Coming up with rough designs to unplug your mind From the makeshift matrix And if you ain't heard of him before It's about f**ing time [Hook] 'Cuz I'm a nightmare Your worst nightmare I'm the reason that you're nervous and you're quite scared Underneath the f**ing surface yo, I'm right there I'm the reason that you're waking up with white hairs I'm a nightmare Your worst nightmare You can kiss my a** cheeks I got a nice pair And I don't need a lot of muscle I don't fight fair Phillip Morris got the hustle on the mic, yeah [Verse 2: Phillip Morris] I'll beat a bad kids a** Trip them while their parents ain't looking That'll give them ample time to marinate I serenade careless dates with skin-flute solos Chase around the room in a thin blue kimono That's what happens when you mix pimp juice and NoDoz Hit Myspace and post the improved photos Homegrown herbs got my higher than Kid Icarus Talk out the side of my mouth like aspiring ventriloquist This is not a warning I'm worse than Chewbacca storming down your block At 2 o'clock in the morning, hard to ignore me Thanks to the dishonorable George B I can subject you to water boarding Until you're screaming "Stop it no more please!" Straight to the psych-ward after this hospital quarantine Popping Thorazine smelling like hot garbage and corned beef He's a clever dude, tied his sheets together quick Beat the sedatives and climbed outside to preach the rhetoric My bloodstream contains high levels of mescaline plus Hunter S. Thompson specter is resting in my chest, yes Hip-hop journalism gets injected with a fresh syringe Psycho-an*lysts are like, "It's evident Tourettes exists." A pestilence in the form of this fresh cadence You ain't seen the level of horror since Wes Craven I'm the cause of your heavy breathing And if you're starting to feel tense, because you've got every reason [Hook]