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[Verse 1: Twisted Insane] |
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Yeah... I'm that individual that you don't wanna see up on a full moon |
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Might turn into werewolf, shit nigga it could be a nightmare if I go kookoo |
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Brain splatter on the floor, any minute I could whittle, yea I did it if a muthafucka wolfin |
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I don't wanna here that "hold on, wait a minute, I just wanna talk" muthafucka just take the ass whooping |
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Sick nigga, still on block with gangsta shit |
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Stand outside with the heater on, go on a mission with a gangsta bitch |
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Up in the club with a gang of bitches, you can act like I ain't the shit |
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But don't be all up on me when I'm leaving with the homies |
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And you runnin through the door like you're chasing dick(Brainsick) |
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What's this... like a nigga ain't big no more? |
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Comin through the door, doing different shows, fuckin hoes, niggas on the road, I ain't lit no more? |
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Maybe cause a nigga don't spit slow-mo? |
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To you other niggas is so-so? |
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Rap about my life, I'll rip a nigga brain, get the fuck up out my way I ain't playing no more... |
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(Normal Voice:) |
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Hold up nigga, you trying to smoke up all the weed again nigga? (No..) |
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Aye, come in here with that shit nigga |
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I-I'm-I swear you ain't gonna be doing this shit to me again nigga. (A'ight) |
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You know what I mean, when I'm in this motherfuka tryin' to do my shit |
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(A'ight, I got you) I just need a quick hit nigga before I go in |
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Alright, I'm back |
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Give me the weed I need to be before a nigga do my verse |
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Smoking it by the ton, I need a pound to fill my fuckin hearse |
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Yea I play to win, I used to sit em when I play, watch the rays event |
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Different muthafuckas comin' every day to spend |
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I made so much money at the days-a end (Hehehe!) |
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[Hook] |
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(U-underground psycho) you don't really wanna tag on your toe |
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Imma leave em with a 44 mag to your ho |
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Leave you chopped up laying in a bag on the floor |
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(U-underground psycho) fuck around you'll be losing your bread |
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Make a move, yo I go get the tools out the shed |
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I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head |
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(U-underground psycho) most of you rappers are whack with the bars |
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Better come direct, don't act like you're hard |
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Imma leave your body parts in the back of my yard |
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(U-underground psycho) no love for a punk or a bitch |
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Keep em in the basement or the trunk of my whip |
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Then when I'm done, you'll get dumped in a ditch... |
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[Verse 2: Twisted Insane] |
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D-d-d-d-different nigga, call it what you want to, I'm a fuckin nut |
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Comin in wolfin disrespectful shit, all these little niggas will fuck you up |
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S-some of the niggas even might cut you up, and put you in the freezer with the chicken guts |
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Get ready for filleting I can open up his brain |
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I can here you people saying "this nigga nuts"... |
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When I get up ON IT and I really be up ON IT |
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I be pushing like a COMET I be feeling super SONIC |
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Kinda like I was BIONIC with the gin and fuck a TONIC and I really go gorillas |
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Cause I was feeling super ON IT so if a muthafucka wolfing so I make you suckas VOMIT |
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Then I bring em to the dark and then I make you feel it HAUNTED |
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And I feed em to the fish and make em meal up out the STOMACH |
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When I'm skidding past a muthafucka like I work at SONIC |
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Wicked nigga, come from the era of the gangsta pimp |
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Won't be caught dead in skinny jeans bitches still walk around with a gangsta limp |
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Half the new niggas is gangsta simps, better yet, not gangsta wimps |
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You better for realah and you better be a killa |
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Before you run up on gorillas, blood, I ain't a chimp |
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Psy-Psy-Psycho nigga, living up over the edge head full of steam |
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I'm from Diego California where these niggas run up on ya, turn your face into bologna at the pull of green |
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Yea I'mma shoot em when I'm murdering a witch nigga, when I catch 'em, wouldn't wanna be a bitch nigga |
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I couldn't give a mad fuck about a president if they was still a bitch in person that'll run up on a rich nigga |
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[Hook] |
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(U-underground psycho) you don't really wanna tag on your toe |
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Imma leave em with a 44 mag to your ho |
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Leave you chopped up laying in a bag on the floor |
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(U-underground psycho) fuck around you'll be losing your bread |
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Make a move, yo I go get the tools out the shed |
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I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head |
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(U-underground psycho) most of you rappers are whack with the bars |
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Better come direct, don't act like you're hard |
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Imma leave your body parts in the back of my yard |
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(U-underground psycho) no love for a punk or a bitch |
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Keep em in the basement or the trunk of my whip |
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Then when I'm done, you'll get dumped in a ditch... |
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[Verse 3: C-Mob] |
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P-P-Pedal to the metal, man I never half ass shit |
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On another level, spittin' that acid |
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Give them that package, then I act savage |
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You are not a rapper you are just a whack actress |
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Radio rappers are quicker to slaughter |
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I Feel like I'm givin this dick to your daughter |
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Fuckin em till they get thicker that water |
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Lyrically castrating rappers, so we probably on one |
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You don't wanna see me get loco you are not OG Bobby Johnson |
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They're telling me I'm sort of crazy |
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I'd say the odds are more than maybe |
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Killin off gold diggers can't afford a lady |
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Imma leave em in the trash like aborted babies |
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Sick of the trickery tricks'll be history quickly if you be fuckin with me |
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Triggers be flickering whistling wickedly sickening it'll be something to see |
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Layin in the back of a seven-eleven send you up to heaven, ascended to pearly gates |
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Scalping a mothafucka like a Native American, instead of a tomahawk I'm using a 38 |
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Sicker then syphilis, twisted like licorice |
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Gifted with wickedness, bitches and mistresses |
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Lifted like Icarus, this is ridiculous |
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Chris is meticulous with the word reminisce |
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Dropping pipe bombs in your chimney on Christ-I-mas |
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Like a sadomasochistic Saint Nicholas |
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Twisted Insane and C-Mob are comin' through your neighborhood tearing shit up we're so sick with this... |
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[Hook] |
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(U-underground psycho) do you really wanna tag on your toe |
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Imma leave em with a 44 mag to your ho |
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Leave you chopped up laying in a bag on the floor |
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(U-underground psycho) fuck around you'll be losing your brain |
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Make a move, yo I go get the tools out the shed |
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I'm sick fuck, couple loose screws in my head |
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(U-underground psycho) most of these rappers are wack with the bars |
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Better come direct, don't act like you're hard |
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Imma leave your body parts in the back of my yard |
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(U-underground psycho) no love for a punk or a bitch |
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Keep em in the basement or the trunk of my whip |
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Then when I'm done, go get dumped in a ditch... |
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