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twisted insane - m.m.w.t.b.s. lyrics

[verse 1]
back with the brain
sick of havin’ n_gga writhin’ in pain
better hurry up and hide in the rain
b_tch you better stick and drive in yo’ lane, sh_t
better give a n_gga leeway, you gon’ die goin’ 95 on the freeway
on feet to the city like when diddy make ’em all walk for a cheesecake
gta, n_gga from the real grove street, no cj
i’m about to give it to you motherf_ckers live with no replay
_brrr, brrr_
ain’t no other human on my level, better get the metal
?waitin’ when it’s settled? i be in the ghetto with a handle
someone ?better? tellin’ me ain’t ready from the get, i’m freddy with the eddy, pull up in a chevy
lookin’ for somebody in a cooler, pull up on a n_gga mantle
john rambo (you!) k!ll ’em all off from the rooftop
had n0body on the lookout when i shoot ’em out they tubesocks
givin’ everybody whiplash like a big splash by [?]
little n_gga wanna ride by with the drive_by left two shot
(whoo!) brainsick to the casket
tellin’ people you are not past with a shotglass full of acid
therapy never helped me, i’m a case with no basket
try’na listen but it’s all trash, get that ass wrapped in plastic
f_ck around and hit the real park, jurassic
i run all up in the game, better fill ’em with the pain with no love
always comin’ on the real with no fake, ain’t no plastic
i love runnin’ ’round in whips and that’s on bloods
time to hit ’em with the west coast
you ain’t never live a type of life where n_ggas g_ngb_ng
pull up on ’em in the night, what you all up in the set fo’?
don’t be tellin’ me you ain’t affiliated, what bracks? what you rep fo’?
little homie in a n_gga’ helmet, try’na get souls for the death toll
get yo’, ass outta my face, ain’t no peace
b_tch you dealin’ with the brainsick, i’m a pit with no leash
take ’em down into the bas_m_nt where jason asleep
you don’t wanna end up missin’ for dissin’, capiche?
[chorus]
miss me with the bullsh_t
(n_gga, i made like thirteen million in france and sh_t)
b_tch, miss me with the bullsh_t
(’bout a hunnid of them n_ggas, it’s only me, i’m k!llin’ everything movin’)
just miss me with the bullsh_t
(you know that new jack city? n_gga, they made that off me, i’m nino brown!)
miss me with the bullsh_t
(i done made my, i made my first million when i was 15)
b_tch, miss me with the

[bridge]
mmh, don’t come around ‘ere
especially if bloke ain’t from around ‘ere
body with the dope call top around ‘ere
lookin’ for some help, no luck around ‘ere
better off home, dem bust around here
real life gs, no buster, brown ear
you don’t wanna try to be tough around ‘ere
brainsick n_gga, get the f_ck around here

[verse 2]
back with the sick
sh_t that make ’em wanna go out and get
anybody even say the wrong sh_t
they gon’ really feel the steel when i hit
when this sh_t go _bow, bow_
everybody hit the ground
don’t n0body wanna feel the wrath from the 223 rounds
tie them all up in the bathroom stall frozen, face down
threw ’em in the trunk with the 15s, trust me, they pound
wowzer! they don’t want it with the bowser
get the kitchen knife from out the kitchen and i wait for you up in the shower
didn’t even want the bread, rather be up in the bed watching power
try’na figure out a n_gga’ next move, but the rent due by the hour
i will cut ’em all up into bitty pieces and i put the meat up in the batter
listen, when they sizzle, put ’em on a griddle, figure out a riddle but it wouldn’t matter
i be in the middle when the bullet whizzin’, ’bout to make ’em fizzle, everybody scatter
they don’t wanna come and get it, i be with it, fill ’em with the sh_t that really make ’em splatter, on brain
(whoo!) low pro’ like an ewok
feelin’ just like mike, i might moonwalk with some reeboks
sick of n_ggas playin’ tough too but i promise you he not
twenty plus up in the game and stay droppin’ these heat rocks
no cap, no word of mouth, say truth
f_ck it, i’ma go and turn sh_t into beirut
when they pull up, better know ain’t no talkin’, they shoot
puttin’ one up in your dome just like when i, wait, oops
oops, i don’t wanna say too much, i do bust
have a n_gga pull around the corner from this song and shoot through us
take it back to those lines when i either passed out or threw up
when the babylon wanna pull up, we stand there like, “who, us?”
(who, us?) yeah n_gga, better know who you’re dealin’ with
little n_ggas from the park after dark out here k!llin’ sh_t
stay the f_ck up in the house if you’re coughin’ and feelin’ sick
how the f_ck is that? i’ve been ill from beginnin’, b_tch
[chorus]
miss me with the, bullsh_t
(bullsh_t, bullsh_t)
miss me with the, bullsh_t
(bullsh_t, bullsh_t)
miss me with the, bullsh_t
(bullsh_t, bullsh_t)
miss me with the, bullsh_t
(bullsh_t, bullsh_t)
miss me with the bullsh_t
(miss me, miss me, mi_ mi_ miss me)
b_tch, miss me with the bullsh_t
(miss me, miss me, miss me)
just miss me with the bullsh_t
(miss me, miss me, mi_ mi_ miss me)
miss me with the bullsh_t
(miss me, miss me, miss me)
b_tch, miss me with the

[outro]
brainsick, motherf_cker

- twisted insane lyrics

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