Under moonlight
My nightmare, ride the gravel road
Fist full of dollars, Mr. Anonymous
Pistol my promise, woah
Lyrical bullets glide from the barrel, roll
You can see the barrel roll
Verses fly, that's a barrel roll
Manoeuvre
Man I move them out saloons, quicker tobacco
Chewing, platoon spitter, each verse, ricochet
Spray, shots fire off, flintlock bars
Flying north and eastward, bearded, dirty, hairy
Clint Eastwood, hammer knocks the iron like
The coppers you can drop, dying luck you gon
Need it, lone wolf
Mistreated, feeling this
Distrust deep seeded
See the seeds deep that trust this feeling?
Treat it like a miss and kill 'em
Like a tailor, I'm swift to make the heat suit and
Fashion it, while you stand at the counterfeit
I'm accurate, plenty to go around for, y'all
I'll ration it, so here's one for you and you
44 magnums, bang, yeah
What's up, look
Smoke circles fill the bar, these are wild fumes
Loaded 45 tucked on me, I'm a loud goon
Waiting outside for the doom, hear a loud boom
Once your hands up like high noon for this fly
Goon, monsoon, the tie-tied, glass rise while my
Glasses off, turn a blind eye to these wise guys
Artist with the colt 45, this a fine line
Quick on the draw, blew quicker than the skyline
Cause you know they say the sky blue, red blood
For the green paper, catch and squash bed bug
Dead slug, bet it's not shocking anymore
Like a dead plug, face down, all in the dirt, you get
Fed mud, yeah, these are verbal shots
Written down, bullet points, verses, the ammo
And I'm full of joints, imagine if I couldn't point
I'd be aiming everywhere, reckless
Sweat the technique, all my efforts, it's a blessing
Factz
Impromptu MC - KNIGHTMARE (feat. Mickey Factz) Lyrics
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Under moonlight
My nightmare, ride the gravel road
Fist full of dollars, Mr. Anonymous
Pistol my promise, woah
Lyrical bullets glide from the barrel, roll
You can see the barrel roll
Verses fly, that's a barrel roll
Manoeuvre
Man I move them out saloons, quicker tobacco
Chewing, platoon spitter, each verse, ricochet
Spray, shots fire off, flintlock bars
Flying north and eastward, bearded, dirty, hairy
Clint Eastwood, hammer knocks the iron like
The coppers you can drop, dying luck you gon
Need it, lone wolf
Mistreated, feeling this
Distrust deep seeded
See the seeds deep that trust this feeling?
Treat it like a miss and kill 'em
Like a tailor, I'm swift to make the heat suit and
Fashion it, while you stand at the counterfeit
I'm accurate, plenty to go around for, y'all
I'll ration it, so here's one for you and you
44 magnums, bang, yeah
What's up, look
Smoke circles fill the bar, these are wild fumes
Loaded 45 tucked on me, I'm a loud goon
Waiting outside for the doom, hear a loud boom
Once your hands up like high noon for this fly
Goon, monsoon, the tie-tied, glass rise while my
Glasses off, turn a blind eye to these wise guys
Artist with the colt 45, this a fine line
Quick on the draw, blew quicker than the skyline
Cause you know they say the sky blue, red blood
For the green paper, catch and squash bed bug
Dead slug, bet it's not shocking anymore
Like a dead plug, face down, all in the dirt, you get
Fed mud, yeah, these are verbal shots
Written down, bullet points, verses, the ammo
And I'm full of joints, imagine if I couldn't point
I'd be aiming everywhere, reckless
Sweat the technique, all my efforts, it's a blessing
Factz
My nightmare, ride the gravel road
Fist full of dollars, Mr. Anonymous
Pistol my promise, woah
Lyrical bullets glide from the barrel, roll
You can see the barrel roll
Verses fly, that's a barrel roll
Manoeuvre
Man I move them out saloons, quicker tobacco
Chewing, platoon spitter, each verse, ricochet
Spray, shots fire off, flintlock bars
Flying north and eastward, bearded, dirty, hairy
Clint Eastwood, hammer knocks the iron like
The coppers you can drop, dying luck you gon
Need it, lone wolf
Mistreated, feeling this
Distrust deep seeded
See the seeds deep that trust this feeling?
Treat it like a miss and kill 'em
Like a tailor, I'm swift to make the heat suit and
Fashion it, while you stand at the counterfeit
I'm accurate, plenty to go around for, y'all
I'll ration it, so here's one for you and you
44 magnums, bang, yeah
What's up, look
Smoke circles fill the bar, these are wild fumes
Loaded 45 tucked on me, I'm a loud goon
Waiting outside for the doom, hear a loud boom
Once your hands up like high noon for this fly
Goon, monsoon, the tie-tied, glass rise while my
Glasses off, turn a blind eye to these wise guys
Artist with the colt 45, this a fine line
Quick on the draw, blew quicker than the skyline
Cause you know they say the sky blue, red blood
For the green paper, catch and squash bed bug
Dead slug, bet it's not shocking anymore
Like a dead plug, face down, all in the dirt, you get
Fed mud, yeah, these are verbal shots
Written down, bullet points, verses, the ammo
And I'm full of joints, imagine if I couldn't point
I'd be aiming everywhere, reckless
Sweat the technique, all my efforts, it's a blessing
Factz
Writer: Mickey Factz, Michael Martin
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid