J Mont, John Anthony - Nightmare Feels Lyrics

Pass me the mic on a normal day, I'm Norman Bates
I'm killing beats without a blade
Now they wanna hate, I'm here to stay
They want the beef, I'll bring the plate
Fuckin' with me is a fatal attraction
I'm poppin' the truck and I'm ready for action
My niggas are sliddin' without all the traction
I'm automatic, need the Patek, or a foreign chick, like a Jasmin
Ride for me like I'm Aladdin
Give her wood like I'm a cabin
Big booty, she got the wagon
Run it back like playin' Madden
Spit flames 'cause I'm a dragon
Insane, I know I'm spazzin'

I switch lanes, like I'm about'a pass ya
I need space like I'm part of NASA
I flip page to a different chapter
So quit sayin', I live in the past
'Cause you pricks ain't on my level
That's a prediction that will never happen
I've been great, who the fuck is asking?
You shit stains on a fucking napkin, yeah
Critics are sayin' they had me to fail
But they wasn't talkin' as bad as you, (Yeah)
I respond like I'm Patti LaBelle when I go and cop a new attitude

I poppin' the whips and then doing the splits and I'm replacin' bitches
I'm taking a fist to the face and I'm facin' conditions
I'm winnin' the race, I am so damn conditioned
Not leavin' a trace, there is no competition
I'm stealin' the base, don't matter who pitching
I'm beatin' the case, doesn't matter who snitching
I'm eatin' the plate, doesn't matter the kitchen

I swing on your face in a batters position
I feed on the hate 'cause this rapper ain't quittin'
You need me to stay so my ass you be kissin'
Believe me, this ain't even half a prediction
The villainous killer is back and you bitches are asking me
What the fuck happen to Villain?
Just look up a spitter inside of the dictionary
Bitch, you'll see I'm the actual picture