Twisted Insane - Contagious lyrics

I know I be racin’ my shit is contagious
That’s why I spit that shit that make you
Look like you had facelift

I got a weed habit that’s constant
I got a walk that won’t
Get off the gangsta lean
I got a gang of bills in my pocket
When you pass
Motherfuckers mad you ain’t made a team
They never made a nigga that can fade a nigga
I’mma win it
Ain’t gon’ pretend that I’m not the one
These motherfuckers actin’ like they
Really killin’ shit
When I’m the one that really
Got a nigga poppin’ guns i’m like "WHOOP!"
Now tell me who the fuck
And I’d rap this nigga
I don’t give a fuck who you pick
He could be the man
Pull out the Saran, then wrap this nigga
If a nigga win, back to back this nigga
I don’t play hoops but I shack this nigga
The pow
(d) er in my hand while I smack this nigga
Fuck it
I’mma turn around and clap this nigga!
So I hit ’em with a weapon
And I turn around
They gotta step in opposite direction
If I’m feelin’ disrespected then I
Really gotta wet ’em
Put a bullet in my chamber
Then a motherfucker get ’em!
Racks in my backs from these fuckin’ shows
I be on a roll makin’ stupid guap
Everybody and they mama know I’m it
How many people tell you that you hot?
How many people knowin’ that you NOT?
You really need to quit it, man
Your shit is weak
You really never ever make a fuckin’ knock
I heard the same shit from niggas since ’93
I’m weak? Nigga, that’s a blasphemy!
I’ve been avoided by the
Industry for fuckin’ years
The rap game is lookin’ like a toilet bowl:
It’s really time for someone else to
Put the shit in gear!

I know I be racin’ my shit is contagious
That’s why I spit that shit that make you
Look like you had facelift

Always on the murder and the mash for green
Everybody in it with no vaseline
Solo ballin’ when I go
Against the massive teams
I’m finna pull over and fill
Up on the gasoline
I could’ve been the one to kill
You could’ve been the one to die
And I be havin’ visions of my
Death like every fuckin’ night
And I be thinkin’ to myself
If anybody want me dead
The homies’ll come back and make
A show a nigga?muddy fried?
"WHOOP! (Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with you) "
Now tell me who the fuck
And I’ll spit this venom
I’m finna motivate, elevate
To a different state
Bust up out the crate, come get this gremlin!
The 45 caliber, nigga, rip that denim!
I be in the city stickin’ dick fat in ’em
You talkin’ too much
Hurry up and zip that denim
Watch it I'mma pin her
Bend her over the counter and bend ’em! (Go)
Then I hit her with the penis
And bendin’ the body perpendicular
Rippin’ the fetus
And feedin’ up on the cleavage
And niggas they call it?remission?
I was about to chew
Don’t listen to it if you’re squeamish!
Where I come from, nigga? From the dirt
Slept on a park bench or right on the street
That’s why I got so much love
For the broke and homeless
Why I give turkeys out on christmas eve?
While you other niggas worried
About yachts and shit
Buy a hundred thousand dollar watch and shit
Don’t nobody care about you coppin’ shit
You silly motherfuckers really need
To stop this shit!
Everybody wanna know what I’mma do or
Should I try to get a deal
Or should I stay Brainsick
?I keep it hearin?
I’m the sickest nigga in the game
’cause I’m competin’ with these niggas
And I ain’t got shit!

I know I be racin’ my shit is contagious
That’s why I spit that shit that make you
Look like you had facelift