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letra de f.y.f.r - twisted insane

[pre-chorus: t-rock]
20 make a sinner blind, send a 9
to your spine from the mechanism of a paid shooter
me, i call it an exorcism of any demonic intention
you throw at the kingdom of a great ruler
we are shockas with an army full of shottas who got choppas
big enough to shoot propellers off of helicopters
sh-t get ugly as baraka, i don’t wanna pop a
motherf-cker but i will if i gotta, just like

[chorus: t-rock & twisted insane]
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
f-ck your favorite, f-ck your favorite
(f-ck your favorite rapper, i ain’t f-ckin’ with that new sh-t)
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
(f-ck your favorite rapper, i ain’t f-ckin’ with that new sh-t)
(f-ck ’em all, it ain’t no peace, k!llin’ еnemies)
f-ck your favorite rappеr, huh
f-ck your favorite, f-ck your favorite
(f-ck your favorite rapper, i ain’t f-ckin’ with that new sh-t)
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
(f-ck your favorite rapper, i ain’t f-ckin’ with that new sh-t)
(f-ck ’em all, it ain’t no peace, k!llin’ enemies)
[verse 1: t-rock]
i had it with haters, i’m blessin’ ’em fakers, i’m livin’ my life in immaculate favor, praisin’ the most high
lyrically me and the homie, you know it’s twisted insane, we are the alpha & omega to go by
gimme the gun, sippin’ on henny and rum, finna drop, plenty of bombs on you bum rappin’ n-ggas in the industry
suckers don’t even know about motherf-ckers who came before ’em, i’m makaveli mode on my enemies
who would ever think we see the day a rapper wear more make-up than the frickin’ b-tches that they layin’ with?
that is not the culture that i represent, it’s evident, you p-ssy motherf-ckers really got a playa p-ssed
show up at your residence with semi-automatic weaponry, i dare a h0m- thug rapper make a diss
say the sh-t that you was kickin’ in them interviews with your twitter moves, i’ma blow the whole place to bits
stabbin’ the mask, that is your ass, f-ckin’ with me and my area 51 n-ggas you soon to be catchin’ a blast from the mossberg
i ain’t gotta divide and conquer, i’m [?] the ghetto, when i destroy ’em so take it as a boss’ word
i am on this track to show, just the way a savage flow
independent, paid in full, so, f-ck your favorite rapper, ho
(pop pop pop pop)

[chorus: t-rock & twisted insane]
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
f-ck your favorite, f-ck your favorite
(f-ck your favorite rapper, i ain’t f-ckin’ with that new sh-t)
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
(f-ck your favorite rapper, i ain’t f-ckin’ with that new sh-t)
(f-ck ’em all, it ain’t no peace, k!llin’ enemies)
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
f-ck your favorite, f-ck your favorite
(f-ck your favorite rapper, i ain’t f-ckin’ with that new sh-t)
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
f-ck your favorite rapper, huh
(f-ck your favorite rapper, i ain’t f-ckin’ with that new sh-t)
(f-ck ’em all, it ain’t no peace, k!llin’ enemies)
[verse 2: twisted insane]
two deep, finna pull a heater, really let loose
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you rappin’ n-ggas
you ain’t got enough for me to get juiced
incredible, i will abominate ’em
when i hulk out, better get bruce
get this sh-t up out a n-gga’ whip, b-tch
you better strap in for the jet boost
they don’t know i don’t wanna
f-ck around and talk about no rap sh-t
every time you bringin’ sum’n new
it’s that doodoo wack sh-t
i don’t wanna hear it, rather be up
on a bed of nails doin’ backflips
you be in the club with the liquor really
gettin’ jiggy with it off of that sh-t, n-gga?
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you n-ggas, put it on my mama
come with drama, i’ma give you what you really want
blood, i keep it brackin’, i’m attackin’, i pull up ?at you?
while you asleep and light you like a philly blunt
sick of n-ggas wolfin’ like they really with this sh-t
until they pull up in a city really full of goons
keep on talkin’ like he really want a problem, i’ma
pull up with a chopper and i make your whole head go boom
dump on the bus, i be in front if anybody want it with us
i ain’t got a problem with you n-ggas but you
want it i will turn ’em all into dust
they don’t wanna be up in the middle of a
burner when the sickopatomous bust
-backmasked rap-
i don’t really give a rat’s ass what you rap ’bout
i ain’t really with the talkin’, i would rather
pull up on ’em with the strap out
i ain’t give a n-gga pass
now they get to mumblin’ i get the mac out
one wrong move and it’s all doom
we can turn around and get to blackout
n-gga
[pre-chorus: t-rock]
20 make a sinner blind, send a 9
to your spine from the mechanism of a paid shooter
me, i call it an exorcism of any demonic intention
you throw at the kingdom of a great ruler
we are shockas with an army full of shottas who got choppas
big enough to shoot propellers off of helicopters
sh-t get ugly as baraka, i don’t wanna pop a
motherf-cker but i will if i gotta, just like

- twisted insane

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