Twisted Insane - Die Slow lyrics

I was all alone
Sitting with the 40 and I get to
Reminiscing, checking message on my phone
As I get to look and seeing what it was
I get to dreaming
Cause it was the bitch and she
Was saying she was gone!? Wait, hold up
What you talking 'bout? I
Must've heard you wrong!
Is you fucking with a nigga? Bitch
I really up and kill him!
Then I get to finding out when I was
On the road that you was out there
Being home and bringing niggas
'round my children
(Around my motherfucking kids?)
Bitch, you really got some nerves
Like you really never heard
Of the words that I say inside a verse
I will curse you
Nobody fucks around on my emotions
You was thinking it was funny
I will put you in a hearse!
And I made a voodoo doll and
It was looking like you, really
But, you must think I am silly
I am serious to death do us part
Don't let me start on all that wicked shit
I bring the gloom and doom onto
You if you ever fucking left
Standing over you when you're asleep at night
I'm 'bout to put a knife up in your chest
What you really thought
That you can go and fuck a nigga and there'll
Be no repercussion
But, you really think you're blessed?
Did you really do the sex?
Did he make you cum, get it from the back?
Did you suck his dick, like you do me?
So you got to gobbling
Prob'ly with swallowing
Fuck him and feed him
Now you're wishing that you never knew me
Cause, I really fucking put you
In a horror movie when they ask who hit it
Tell them Black Widow did it
Fuck your life, I'd take it with my hands
If I could but, I really think
I should put a scalpel up in it
And I'm finna just take his
Adam's apple and split it
But, if I really did it
Then the music is gone
And, I don't want to fuck
Around and lose my career
For a stupid ass bitch, so I put it in a song
But, what about your motherfucking
Kids and the stories
They be telling me about the
Niggas you're sucking at night?
You be thinking they be sleeping
When they really peeking at you
While you're on your knees
Sucking random niggas' pipes
Walk up in the room, it's your doom
Hit the lights with the twist of my knife
You'll be laying in blood
Brains in my fitted, I remain hella wicked
Put a bullet in my chamber
Put a bitch up in the mud die slow!

He told me that his motherfuckin
Mommy was on her knees
Kissin' this other mans pee pee
Bitch i gotta sit here and listen to
This type a shit at night?!
Shit, what type a motherfuckin shit
That- the fuck is wrong
With you bitch? What the fuck
Is wrong with you!?
And you actin like this shit
Is all good and shit, and like this shit is
All nonchalant like everything
Is cool and shit you know that?
Do you think you can go around and
Do shit like this
Without reper- motherfuckin-cussion?
Do you think you can do
This type a shit without-
I'm on a motherfuckin road and
This is the type
A shit gotta hear when I come home
You a foul ass bitch
It's taking everything in my motherfuckin
Power not to come over
There and choke and kill
Yo' motherfuckin ass bitch
You havin all types a random ass
Niggas around my motherfuckin kids?!
Around my kids bitch!?!

(Die slow)