Fck The Nightstalker

[Verse 1]
I'm what the doctor ordered with some more malpractice
Bringing it back to when they used to jack for Georgetown jackets
They say I'm something like the weather when it's time to get my [?] back
Clear skies, sunny, with a chance of pimp slap
Dear Lord, may you never let a ratchet with no ass
Gain any access through the rear door
American Apparel bitches jumping off the billboard
I rode up in a Mustang, no, I mean a real horse
Whatchu here for? All that hatin', no conviction
Is is science, fact or fiction? You've been lying that you're pimpin'
Survival of the fittest, [???]
Competition but you're trippin' like your bitch is blowing kisses, but your
Girl is like a goonie-ass hoodrat
So even if I hit that, you wouldn't take it personal
But she pretends we fuck, like a virgin taking birth control
[?]
Murder murder murder climbing through your window, slit your throat
Slicker than the slug trail on a muthafuckin' stripper pole
Demons lead me while I'm dreaming, hear the sound of gurgled breathing
Punctured lungs fill up with blood so that you drown from inner bleeding

[Hook]
Look, look, Hellfyre from the [?]
Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez
"Rheteric" in their blood, what was written on the mirror
Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez
Hearing all that shit you talking, still I get no interference
Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez
Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez
Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, Fuck a, fuck a Night Stalker

[Verse 2]
Millions of unfamiliar faces in the crowd looking at me
Some of 'em got hatred like I'm famous in they bad dream
Feeling like I'm Clay Andrew Dice up in this trick
Still all these phony white kids be like "Who the fuck's a [??]"
These nuts bigger than some wrecking balls
And for the record, some of yo' bitches at my beckon call
From the mall, to the bed, they get involved with the [?]
Make the sign of the cross and tell them that the God has [?]
Zany, soak up game, that's why they aiming to stand next to
To me, it like whatever, my pimpin' ain't no pressure
I ain't made a huge effort to be the next Hugh Hefner
But my nuts can hold the world, next Nikola Tesla
Magnum opus be this album, be like "how come he's the coldest?"
Bleeding noses, so much claim in this nostalgia, evil opens
And I'm spiritually awoken and my grave they'll leave in roses
My afterlife right now, do you believe in omens?

[Hook]

Fuck a, fuck a nightstalker, I'm the real Ramirez (x8)