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