Twisted Insane - Bat Outta Hell lyrics

Yeah, Brainsick (Reversed talk)

Bat outta hell bat outta hell
Face of a demon and I'm fire
Breathin' leave 'em tagging an L
Mask on my face like monster
Nigga no Halloween trick
Knife in my hands Mike Myers
Nigga no Halloween shit
I'm in a stolen Regal with no gas in it
And a body in the trunk from the night before
Drunk and stuck, throwing up
But it sure as fuck ain't my first rodeo
I had the Babylon on my ass
They got a place for a nigga in the backseat
I think it's time for me to just smash
It's when a nigga got you
Running like a track meet
Hopping fences, this suspense is
Killing me I really don't wanna
Be in a pickle
I'd rather be posted up in the
Crib with hella weed but
Now I'm running from ballistics end
Up burning like a missile
Shit I could turn into a phantom on 'em
Blend to the night like I was chameleon
I'm underground like a basement ghost
But at the same time higher than a ceilin'
Fuck your feelings
You're talking to the same nigga who used
To be scared of the dark as a little kid
That was my worst fucking fear like
Air is to a shark
You're fucking with a werewolf don't
Nobody care when you bark
Fill them with the rage throw 'em
In the cage with the Brainsick
Tear you apart

These eyes do not see what you and I see
Behind these eyes one finds only
Blackness the absence of light

I am like a bat up out of hell
Imma let them have it when I'm busting
Through the masses like a fully automatic

People looking at me funny
Never take me for a dummy
Even though a nigga sinnin'
While I'm drinkin' on my gin
And puffing on the weed again
And I'm the realest you pretend it
Better believe that I be winnin'
Mind of a murderer happen to hurt 'em
Put 'em in perpendicular body positions
Up in your furniture
Playin' like it's a tournament fill ‘em up
With the voice of a curse
Then put niggas up in the fire
That's why I'm burnin' 'em
It's Twisted Insane what the fuck you
Mean you haven't heard of him
You must have been high on shrooms
Or living on the moon
Or only into bullshit rap that be on the
Radio and I am way too goon
Fuck you all, see you leave
The show too soon
How the fuck you finna dip when
I'm the monster in the dark?
Fuck your life, cut with knife
I made incision on your brain
Like I was Dr heart
With the homies, or by myself
You catch a nigga on the solo
When I'm with the shit
Claim you pimp, makes me sick
How these niggas acting funny when
They wit' they bitch
You can't roll one with the homies
You can't hang around the
Studio all fucking night
You can't hit the club, you
Can't stick with thugs
And I can't go into your
House past fucking light
They say I'm evil, but I'm just living
On the dark side of the force, my nigga
Anybody wants to go against a
Motherfucker I will kill
And I will say I'm forced by liquor
Nice and easy, Nice and greasy
Like a bitch who getting
Fucked with no Vaseline
I took match that I found up
In the back then I
Looked in your face I spit
It with the gasoline

I am like a bat up out of hell
Imma let them have it when I'm busting
Through the masses like a fully automatic

Yeah, Brrrain