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letra de let it be known - twisted insane

[verse 1]
i’m in the night, take another shot of henn and take flight
never know what i’ma do, he’s a fool, bust on sight
f-ck your life, put a bullet all up in your windpipe
then go back up in the bedroom finna stick a n-gga d-ck up the wife
takin’ pipe, ain’t nowhere to go, brain filled with the sickness
followin’ ’em home, i don’t wanna get to bustin’ chrome at a picnic
no witness, ain’t no way to get away, he gon’ get this
i be waitin’ for the n-gga, he was no. 1 upon the murder hitlist
so vicious, waitin’ for you at the front door, lead toes
really with the bidness, brainsick like a pitbull with a rеd nose
rappin’ n-ggas wanna act hard, in the backyard they gеt exposed
chop a n-gga head off, put ’em in a big box with a red bolt
i will never let go, brainsick to the grave pit
every single day into the week they told me i ain’t sh-t
flown sp-ceships, when they hear me all the gorillas go apesh-t
throw disloyal n-ggas in the circle who get mad when i made it
they hate it, try to get away, they comin’ for you at your front door
surround the house, it ain’t no way to get out, n-gga, tell me what the f-ck you run for
you done for, anyone that wanna hit the steel cage for the rumble
now i’m in this b-tch so venomous sick, chewin’ n-ggas like gumbo
brained out, i was in it with the rags out, no rappin’
everybody wanna take mine, spent my whole life out scr-ppin’
and everybody wanna b-tch up, no switch up, stay active
any way you wanna go, then, what’s happenin’
i’ma let sh-t be known
[interlude + chorus]
i’ma let sh-t be known
i’ma let sh-t be known

[verse 2]
i don’t wanna hear no kind of garbage sh-t, people get caught up, makin’ artist hits
everybody wanna know where’d you go when your art is ?went?
i was in the past, stick a foot up in that ass with the hardest sh-t
(on bloods, n-gga) tell me who you wanna aim for when the target’s split
dumpin’ when i’m on the solo, n-gga, no more mr. nice guy
n-gga, night-night, i be actin’ like i’m gizmo with the bright light
f-ck around and hit the wrong trigger, n-gga we can turn sh-t into fright night
hi, i really wanna keep it ten feet, better back up
i don’t want you all up in a n-gga’ bubble, you don’t want no trouble with the mack truck
do you wanna be about it, or you talk about it, i don’t really give a mad f-ck
with a gat in hand, run around like taliban, them get wrapped up
bloodstains on my floorboard, horrorcore
you run around lookin’ for the shine, my life’s more like mordor
four-door, pull up on you full of brainsickers that’s hungry
always with the munchies ’cause, b-tch, i was poor poor

[outro + chorus]
i’ma let sh-t be known
i’ma let sh-t be known

- twisted insane

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