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brain damage - twisted insane lyrics

[intro]
right here, right here nigga, pull up. pull up right here
it’s the brown one?
nah, it’s that one right there
come on
quiet nigga, you walkin’ loud than a motherfucka
d-mn near tip-toein nigga
ip address said it was this house right here
don’t knock nigga, ring the doorbell nigga; don’t knock
yup
niggas be woofing all that shit on the internet;
think niggas won’t show up to their motherfuckin’ hou…
here he come..
[door opens]
brain
[gunshot]
come on nigga
[footsteps]
[car doors slam, engine turns over and tires screech away]

[verse 1: king i.s.o.]
i’m sick of niggas on the internet
make a nigga wanna get a tec
then i gotta hit him in the neck
everybody i know i’ve been a vet
flow cancerous, whole can and just
smoke a nigga like a cigarette
wet him up like sherm nigga
but hold up dawg i ain’t finished yet
brainsick
niggas always wanna wolf like they banged out
wanna talk about a nigga but nobody wanna be callin out my name out
wanna act so hard, til’ a nigga find out where you hang out
then i come through with a four five and i blow a pussy nigga brains out
now you got a bloodstained couch, you know it’s them got a stained blouse
with a man in front of the same house with a clay on like a stake out
you better be duckin’, i’m ready to buzz on any nigga like a grayhound
you can even be with yo kids at the playground
treat the body like a steakhouse, you don’t wanna get laid out
better fuck you all night, tryna hear me with the hate now
it was all cool until i said you better hit my paypal
wanna talk shit well guess what i know where you stay now
i don’t know why motherfuckas be thinking it’s some game nigga
fuck around and get murdered homie, you dealing with them grave diggers
niggas ain’t no artist with a gun, me and my niggas paint pictures
owe me, i od, get popped like some pain k!llers
me and my niggas dangerous, pop a nigga in the pancreas
mad man with a gat man i swear i’m the angriest
put that man in the trash can with a bag man who you playin’ with?
batman with a catscan? i swear he’s on some crazy shit
d-mn right
frankenstein ask me where my screw’s at
these niggas ain’t psychos, i got paperwork to prove that
bet my son eat these pussy niggas like some fruit snacks
on the hood, i get up on a nigga head like a doo rag
shout out to my loc niggas, where the real damus at?
esses, and the juggalos, brainiacs where you at?
ever catch a nigga hating on brainsick, homie, better shoot that motherfucker right in his face like insane, nigga we do that

[hook: twisted insane – 2x]
come get your brain damaged! – what?
niggas actin’ like a motherfucka when i pull up at ya house and burn a b-tch up like i’m savage
come get your brain damaged! – but!…
people be thinkin’ it’s safe until i’m in the b-tch and murderin’ ?they kids?, i could let ’em have it

[verse 2: bleezo]
psychopathic, i’m a sicko
bodybag a niggas kenfolk
problematic with an automatic shooting hollow tips at your benzo
skitzo-phrenic when i mix a shot of gnqc with the indo
tip-toe through a nigga’s pad and leave his mom and dad with a slit throat
then get ghost in a pontiac with my pockets fat what they hit fo’?
shipped a couple packs to my nigga sav told me “ship mo”
catch me up in the trap getting these racks out of a thick hoe
in it to win it and ripping b-tch niggas in half if my chips low
crip loc!
affilated with damu’s and piru’s that c-ck tools and pop fools, and leave a nigga with his wig blown
sicc-n-vicious infected with that cannibalistic syndrome
savage with it ammunition and blast niggas until the clips gone
factor business i stacking chips on the ave with 36 zones
in a black infinity crack the henny and snap quicker than a wishbone
when i step in the function and i’m clutching and nigga if it’s really funk then i’m dumping motherfuckers slumped
yeah cause is the last thing you want to be tripping on
does kleatus know i’m strapped?
young bleezo goes beast mode when i’m breathing on the track
getting c notes on the d-lo, moving kilos of crack
off of weed smoke with a freak hoe getting deep throat in the back of a lac’ better believe hoe i’m a mack
i’m slapping cbo when i’m reloading the gat
like a jordan jersey i’ll put 23 holes in your back
been k!lling shit since 02 got the og’s quoting my raps
and if you’re trying to get a feature i’ma need more than a rack
cway mixed with the brainsick get cha face split with that fake shit mr wade spit then it’s greatness
(behold cause i’m back)
i slang zips on the late shift getting paid chips when your main b-tch bet these fake niggers gonna hate that
(bleezo is on the map)
gripping the stainless and anxious to put a peek hole in your hat
nigga i’m faded and wasted sipping on lean gone off of wax
lyrically heinous and dangerous
so let the streets know that i’m back
twisted insane and king iso featuring bleezo, it’s a rap!

[interlude: twisted insane]
*we’re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time*
nigga, you gotta be mothafuckin’ kiddin’ me, nigga!
this mothafucka gave me the wrong number?!
heh.. heh heh heh… get my car keys!

[hook: twisted insane – 2x]
come get your brain damaged! – what?
niggas actin’ like a motherfucka when i pull up at ya house and burn a b-tch up like i’m savage
come get your brain damaged! – but!
people be thinkin’ it’s safe until i’m in the b-tch and murderin’ ?they kids?, i could let ’em have it

[verse 3: twisted insane]
sick of mothafuckas all up in a nigga face and talkin’ ’bout a battle
combination like abomination make a nigga wanna go and tattle
freddy krueger, run up to you, put the gun up in you, whack him like a f-ggo
i’m already knowin’ i’mma k!ll a mothafucka anyway because he will go babble
click-clack, pistol whippin’ and i eat him like he was a kit-kat
you ain’t gotta pay attention but you’re gonna listen, little nigga, this that
shit that make you wanna murder anybody comin’ at you sidways
like i’m a tyrannosaurus, i’m a carnivore, i make your b-tches’ pussy wanna fit that
they don’t wanna see gorilla that’ll eat a nigga like he was a deep dish
pizza, happy to finally meet ya, i’m still off ol’ english
everybody lookin’ at a mothafucka like a nigga full of favors
but i put it on my mama when i tell you i bring drama, i mean this
they want no part of me, i leave a nigga drawers full of shitstains
so sick of niggas on the internet talkin’ ’bout they do big thangs
when i find and meet ’em face to face i pull up in a ’83 you go
lookin’ like a funny daddy when they run up on me i be like ‘nigga, here. this lame’
hate to be that one mothafucka, but yeah, nigga, i’m that guy!
get off in the dome, ?raise up and moan?, yeah, b-tch, it’s the bad guy
ain’t nobody on my radar, you can play hard, it’s a act, ?guy?
i’m incredible hopefully got my nigga for my ?stomach? nigga with a black eye
voodoo, better think about it real long ‘fore you say shit
the hardest niggas on the underground, ain’t nobody fuckin’ with the brainsick!
all a nigga know is i’m so dope i don’t say shit
i pull out my d-ck, put it up in a b-tch for motivation
mothafuckas know who rock, no, i’m not no 2pac
walk up on ’em with a mask on and stretch a nigga like tube socks
what the fuck you mean you get the b-tch on your team when
she suck a nigga d-ck every time i see the ho like *gagging*
nigga, that’s on mamas, you don’t want that drama
little homies that’ll pull up at your spot and let loose with the llamas
i don’t really give a shit about what niggas talkin’ ’bout up on the internet
i’m gonna catch a nigga face to face and i’mma k!ll a mothafucka like osama

- twisted insane lyrics

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