Sons of Liberty

Sons of Liberty is NightMare's first song.

Lyrics
[Chorus]

Sometimes I feel like

Sometimes I feel like

Sometimes I want to

Sometimes I bring out a Son of Liberty

To eat him, yes that's true

[Verse 1]

I start from the bottom,

Get it nice and dusty

Make sure that blood clot

Is real nice and crusty

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I eat the leg, slowly I go up

To the [redacted], I love it so much

It's got [redacted] flavor, it really packs a punch

[Gretchen Zappos]

Who in their right mind made this beat, huh?

[Chorus, NightMare]

[Verse 3]

Head comes last, make sure I sit and

Contemplate my past

I take my time

To make sure my belly's fat

[Chorus]

[Chorus]