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no remorse - twisted insane & t-rock lyrics

[verse 1: twisted insane]
mayday! everybody hit the ground now
better hurry up before the tommy gun’ll turn everybody in the ground round
now now, lifting up before they kick your sound on that surround sound
he used to pull up on our block and moving sh*t but he don’t ever come around now
where he go? i don’t know
you gon’ find him? i don’t need to
why? i’m the king around this motherf*cker so he might as well be see*through
i eat fools
now we talking about that he gon’ wanna do a redo
f*cking pull up any given sunday, it’s a one way full of evil
i ain’t never walk around this motherf*cker telling people that i’m all that
i ain’t never had no money, i was penny pinching n*gga, like a mall rat
blood, fall back
he gon’ end up with his face break with a ball bat
i’ma hit you all up with some sh*t to make ’em say “f*ck you call that?”
think about it, you could take a minute, better take ten
too many be up on top of the fifty but look at what the f*ck i’m raised in
everybody hated, no debating, now i’m suffocated like i’m caged in
i was raised in the southeast with the ogs real made men (what’s happening n*gga?)
now i’m independent h*ll faded with the brain
wife wanna stuff p*ssy in the face, eat it up like candy
too way in, i was in the room off shrooms watching mandy
trying to put this sh*t on repeat like when dc did yandy (ugh)
told ’em that i was a little bit off of my rocker
diagnosed, been brainsick but still ain’t got no doctor
don’t n0body wanna help out, sh*t, ain’t no real shocker
i’ma just keep propelling like helicopters
[chorus: lord infamous]
when*when will they test us man? they are unbearable
viruses have become obsessed immediately
pull out the clobber and bash them repeatedly
pull out the clobber and bash them repeatedly
come to your funeral and spit up your corpse
psychotic n*gga, the f*ck is remorse?
everyone within the sound of my voice
shoot up a b*tch, any one of your choice

[verse 2: t*rock]
hiding in position behind enemy lines
send me a sign, when i get promoted hoe i’m finna be high
many’ll die and many’ll live if they turn away from the assembly line
plenty of menace have been given out of repentance and now when it’s gonna be time
n*ggas who couldn’t evolve they gotta retire
i’m on a money mission ’til i see the target acquired
terminate the competition, i sick ’em like i’m a pit off of the leash, if i’m on it oughta be fire
the flame, lyrically i take it to a higher plain
trying to conjure the money, it came with the price of fame
the power and glory was right at the grasp of my possession
so i can’t reach it ’til it was something i obtained
you don’t wanna get with this
lyrically i’m sicker than syphilis with the weapon, i’m belligerent
nothing as sick as my composition when i’m kicking this
hook line and sinker, bring it in lord infamous
[chorus: lord infamous]
when*when will they test us man? they are unbearable
viruses have become obsessed immediately
pull out the clobber and bash them repeatedly
pull out the clobber and bash them repeatedly
come to your funeral and spit up your corpse
psychotic n*gga, the f*ck is remorse?
everyone within the sound of my voice
shoot up a b*tch, any one of your choice

- twisted insane t rock lyrics

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