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letra de he's the s#!t - twisted insane

[verse 1]
i used to jack off in the night time and write rhymes lumpy
get my kicks off and i take off like a two face bumpy
watchin these b-tches on tv that’s bigger than humpty dumpty
i am the sh-t and only sport outfits that’s greener than gumby
and i get the type of attention that denzel wa-
shington would get if he walked through the sick car wash
b-tches jumpin up and pullin out t-tties, p-ssy squirting
they never thought for the day that they’d ever see me in persons
they got me posted with the chinese dude in the room
looks like the kid from indiana jones and the temple of doom
but he was cool and had shrooms in the bas-m-nt and taken
and i’d be alright if his fingers didn’t start lookin like bacon
it could’a been good night in the casket and then i was ghost n-gga
take a thing for the casa roll, put the blunt on a toast n-gga
dice it up with pepper and eggs, scrabble with it
wild out, take a sh-t on your fortune
and then say that nick cannon did it

[hook]
he don’t care about no b-tch and he’s always on his grind
with a fat -ss sack, a cadillac and a big ol’ king kong d-ck
i used to jack off in the night time and write rhymes lumpy
get my kicks off and i take off like a two face bumpy (bad motherf-cker)
he’s the sh-t

[verse 2]
known for the take off with your face off like helter skelter
tramp with the bane, then eat his brain like it’s a hamburger helper
keep right out the ill punchline and had him with them
but i gas faster than carl lewis without the f-ggot in him
you think you be the only one bustin’
you gon see us clear out when n-ggas sign it’s some nuisance next
i play circles around n-ggas and rope you under the table
and liquid -sses got sh-t from the cl-t to the nail
i mean diamonds in your p-ssy piercing, real custom
thinking about p-ssy and dimond makes me wanna bust one
i got a big ol’ king kong d-ck, big and girthy
love when b-tches suck on my sh-t like it’s a slurpee
i love a b-tch whose p-ssy squirt and get gummy
but not more than love a b-tch who work and get money
and i’m a fiend for the brainsick nympho
feeding her fried bear and hair
don’t be scared for them signal

[verse 3]
i’m in the room with the o.e bottle and the p-rno
and i’d rather take porchetta sauced up over digiorno
and you say a n-gga ain’t no saint, b-tch bonjourno
and i’m sick of this four braids that i’m normally cornrow
i call it the advanced playa writing for no scrubs
i hit you n-ggas f-cking up and tryin’ fix it on the dubs
would they say a n-gga went mainstream
even if i cut off your b-tches arm and f-cked her with it ’til the sh-ts gangrene?
i mean i gotta be the god d-mn man, eating all that spam
hold on a minute while i open this can
-opens can and drinks-
that’s the ticket
shoot you in the stomach for another hole for me to stick my d-ck in
i’m in the kitchen off a bowl of top ramen
i turn the omen to amen
and i ain’t rich little b-tch i’m not common
i’m a n-gga that’ll shoot that thang
and put two in your brain
leavin’ them stains ‘cuz they f-ck with the game, twisted insane

- twisted insane

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