The Mental Cases, Twisted Insane - The Quick and the Dead lyrics

Real shit, everybody hit, blaze in the morn
Or homie y'all be gettin lit, if you wanna
Fuck with me, nigga I do not forget, I'm
Smashing and murder everybody with the sick
Two guns up in your face, I'm
In the venom with the night, outta luck you
Get stuck with the venom I hit em
The evergassin murderer rotation
Masin my face, you wanna race and
Imma bring em I send em, into another
Level, what they really wanna meddle
Put the pot up
On the kettle, when I'm sealing yo fate, get
Up outta my way when I bust
Mother fucker this bitch a horny
Treat, it's too late
Crack another forty and I take it
To the brain, when I'm insane I walk up
In this mother fucker like a nut
Strap on the waist just
In case you bitch niggas get buck
With this to in yo gut, pick em off with
The 1, 2, 2, 3 my AK 47
Get off like my horny old man
And shoot through
Your sweater and I'm running
And do other with
The maximum dosage of blam, blam, blam, imma
Killer when I move everybody wonder who?
Pull up when I put bullets in your crew
You was what the fuck to do
Put your bullet in and yo Bitch get it
Too, wasted you don't know the basics
General like Morpheus from the matrix
I could be cool with yo buds for
The moment, later I'll tie you
Up deep in the basement
And I feel sorry for all my
Opponents, put yo body with the 6-four
Hope nobody hear me come up into your room
When I tiptoe