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letra de wfwm - twisted insane

i responded like this
open up a n-gga trunk get my sh-t
finna get up into that sh-t, i never cross-match with a sick i’m a schiz
take the body way, way out in sticks
put your body in the ground, i’ma take my d-ck out and p-ss
sh-t, n-ggas in the buildin’ will k!ll and be spillin’ sh-t
now you’re really lookin’ stunned that i know who the f-ck he dealin’ with
n-ggas’ll get snapped back yo cap i’m still peelin’ it
doo doo doo doo, doo ain’t no chillin’ sh-t

[interlude]

ain’t nowhere for you to run to, it’s full moon
i be at ’em wit the witty automatic
set to bring you to doom
everybody wanna get to brackin’ i will spray and then fill the room
try to hide up in the bathtub in the attic from the wicked you
faded, with the wasted, stay lit, with the brainsick
wasn’t even ‘posed to hit the weed, n-gga f-ck that probation
everything tryna stop me from tryna get on top i got
people tryna put up barricades, n-gga now who is hatin’?
i guess i get gangsta
f-ck what you thinkin’
stood up on a bottle with the oe, f-ck what you drinkin’
insane all day, they gon’ have to bow down to the ko crack
there is no way you will ever get this ship to sink
and then the moonlight night stalker, chalker
put ’em all in a puddle of redrum, a real walking dead walker
people can all act like i ain’t sh-t, i rep the brainsick
motherf-cker!

[chorus]

[verse 2]
it’s night time, never know when n-ggas like me be out lurkin’
stand there waitin’ for you wit the weapon i be rappin’ now to put the work in, that be curtains
everybody finna lay up in this hoe and that’s for certain
ain’t n0body gonna get up past and get a foot up, rather be burnt men
choppin’ anybody, everybody come and get it, is you wit it?
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ wit me, don’t n0body really get it, i’m too wicked
psycho individual to wanna murder every critic, i did it
i ain’t finna listen to n0body less they wanna tell me just bigot
i am one deep with the scythe
heater by my side in case you wanna fight
murder in the night, put you in a coma take your body, when i leave your body shot, f-ck yo life
i be in the old school, tryna murder people with the wife
yeah that’s right, spend a couple weeks teachin’ how to cut n-ggas with the knife
slice, like kimbo, when i pull up, rollin’ down the window
what you in fo’
ain’t good i ain’t playin’ no games, nintendo, in the pent-ho
matter fact i’d rather hop out, break dentals
they be tellin’ me i’m one fry short, need to sort out my mentals
rapping like a human tommy gun and where you wanna run a reaper comin’ for your neck
standin’ right behind you, ain’t nowhere to hide so hurry up and die the body hit the deck
drop him down the path and then if it a wreck, a foot up on the gas and ain’t no next
i be waiting for you with the business with the head up when they come out west
i don’t ever rest, i be on the helmets at the nfl
faded off a n-gga, got a n-gga layin’ in my throw up
i’m sick james n-gga, ain’t n0body in the game that’s like me
i’m the king of all kings homie with the wrath like hold up hold up n-gga again?
for real?
every time?
what’s the problem bro?
bring me the motherf-cking blood n-gga, i’m in here tryna do my sh-t

- twisted insane

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