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letra de the path - twisted insane

[intro]
i remember this one time man. me and my mom was in the mothaf-ckin’ alley. she was goin’ through the dumpster, lookin’ for clothes for me to wear. as she was holdin’ a shirt up to my chest, to see if it fit me, one of my friends, from school, was walkin’ by the alley, and he looked down and he seen her hold it up and knew that it came out the dumpster. i was in the 3rd grade. i used to be in the closet for hours homie, tied in the m-th-f-ckas. and i was only like, what, 4 years old. you know what i mean, i jumped up and sh-t. i looked out my mothaf-ckin’ window. i seen some n-gga jump over my sh-t in my backyard runnin’ through my sh-t and sh-t, pistol hangin’ out. you know me, i’m always different. i didn’t choose the path i’m on. this path chose me. i’m just walkin’ this mothaf-cka tryin’ to figure out where it lead me to

[verse]
you can make a movie out my life
pick up a knife
pick up a bottle, pick up a pin and pen and then i write
i’m tight, some people still hate me though
prolly the mothaf-ckas that be playin’ sh-t off of the radio
go ahead, it’s like my video it’s all gravy though
and ask ya biatch why in the f-ck she play me fo
play with the p-ssy whenever she see me on youtube
thinkin’ about twisted and schism whenever she do you
she the sick game, i’m just a muthf-cka named insane
the minute i enter ya brain, you with the keepers f-cked up off of cane
i’m not about to give it to ya b
but i’ma just say “f-ck it” i’mma give it to ya beezy
and choppin’ in the m-th-f-ckin’ noodle if a n-gga were to woofin’
i’m wolfin’ like i was mike t–zy
my brain is uneasy, i’m off
i gotta l-st to bust, get off
(i gotta l-st to bust, get off)

[outro]
ya i get so offended homie, when i hear the sh-t. cause this is real sh-t homie, you know what i mean. when i made kick rocks, that sh-t is real sh-t, you know? that’s how i felt at the time. visions is real sh-t. you know what i mean, it was like visions that i was havin’ of death that i still have to this day. i don’t know how i’mma die. so, i’m not sayin’ i’m slobberin’ bars full of m-th-f-ckas everybody’ll love. but i’m sayin’ i coulda been. i coulda did this. i coulda did that. i mean, what makes me say that answer. it’s just the way my mentality was tortured. i mean, i went through h-ll, since birth

mind on rotation, and i’m on f-ck the world sh-t….

- twisted insane

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