100 round clip (accurate) - twisted insane lyrics
[intro]
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[verse 1: twisted insane]
if a n*gga really want it i’ll
whoop one n*gga stomach
and i’m movin’ like a comet
’cause i spit it super sonic
and i get it while begun and
motherf*ckers that be robocopin’ n*ggas and
every time a n*gga really wanna point it, and i hit ’em with the chopper
and everybody wanna stop
it’s like i’m runnin’ from the cops
they wonderin’ why that boy is shot at
but they never hit the block
without a bustin’ on that chop
because they never know when little n*ggas wanna come and pop
with a (brain, brain, brain)
i remember cynical, stereotypical n*ggas it’s pitiful
nevеr dismissable, never difficult
inadimissablе, individual lookin’ like a n*gga will put you up in a ritual
when your babblin’ your “yabba*dabba*doo”, and
i don’t know what you was sayin’ but i know it sounded stupid
i don’t know if you was playin’ but i know i gotta prove it
everytime a n*gga’s spittin’ at a motherf*cker lose it
so i hit with a (100 round clip)
the ability to chop and never stop i’m at the top
while you all sit around and talk about it
really really hot like i’m a fully auto block and
when i walked into the room these motherf*ckers want to bop
and i can hit it from the bottom i can hit it from the top
and i can take another bottle, i can take another shot
and i can hit you with that motherf*cker
with you i don’t give a f*ck who sent you i’m a k!ller so i really gotta get ’em
man i’m all up in ’em, walkin’ with a motherf*ckin’ midget
when she got some big old nipples
cuz she got some big old titties
and i really don’t wanna be rude and leave
without taking a little nibble of the food my n*gga that’ll be a titty
and i gotta take a little bit of medicine
because my head has been shredded out of excedrin and brainsick
sick of n*ggas saying they the sickest in the game
[hook x4]
run around sick, never trip when i come with this sh*t
i am the chosen
1 to the head
2 to the head
3 to the head
when i hit em with a (100 round clip)
[verse 2: twisted insane]
tell me they really wanna give up sh*t if they
get to really choppin’ the people i’m
finna k!ll em and fill em up with the venom and
shoot ’em up at his denim this homie they go and
get ’em i boot ’em up in the ceiling the hit was a business dealins i hit him with penecilin
put pressure up on his wounds and i bury bodies in villas
get ready for n*gga’s feelins, i’m murderin’ everybody and
doin’ it like i’m gandhi and f*ckin’ with n*ggas squealin’
i’m workin’ never stationed i’m filled with the motivation i’ll see you all on vacation then anybody who hatin’
i’m poppin’ the biggest waist and i
put one up in your face
i got n*ggas off of the cages, i gave you one for the kid and
i’m feelin’ somebody fake when increasin’ the murder rate
how was the music goin’ and flowin there? it is great
i be choppin’ up every n*gga that thinkin’ they wouldn’t be choppin’ up into pieces
well motherf*cker, watch and let me demonstrate
(100 round clip)
hit ’em whenever they wanna run up and leave a n*gga leakin’
leave it to me because i’m really about the business
they better bet your cranium, i never should have spot until a n*gga point the glock at every single f*ckin’ witness
f*ck yes i like to play doctor
got my b*tt hurt, when you heard i bopped her
i took her to ihop, then i hopped her
i’m twisted insane, yeah the worldwide chopper!
[outro]
yea
and that’s how you get sh*t done
that’s how you get it done
brainsick!
[hook x4]
run around sick, never trip when i come with this sh*t
i am the chosen
1 to the head
2 to the head
3 to the head
when i hit em with a (100 round clip)
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