Twisted Insane - Let It Be Known lyrics

I'm in the night
Take another shot of Henn and take flight
Never know what I'ma do,  he's a fool
 bust on sight fuck your life
Put a bullet all up in your windpipe
Then go back up in the bedroom finna
Stick a nigga dick up the wife
Takin' pipe, ain't nowhere to go
Brain filled with the sickness
Followin' 'em home
I don't wanna get to bustin'
Chrome at a picnic
No witness, ain't no way to get away
He gon' get this i be waitin' for the nigga
He was No 1 upon the murder hitlist
So vicious, waitin' for you
At the front door, lead toes
Really with the bidness
Brainsick like a pitbull with a rеd nose
Rappin' niggas wanna act hard
In the backyard they gеt exposed
Chop a nigga head off
Put 'em in a big box with a red bolt
I will never let go
Brainsick to the grave pit
Every single day into the week they
Told me I ain't shit flown spaceships
When they hear me all the gorillas go apeshit
Throw disloyal niggas in the circle who
Get mad when I made it
They hate it, try to get away
They comin' for you at your front door
Surround the house, it ain't no
Way to get out, nigga
Tell me what the fuck you run for
You done for
Anyone that wanna hit the steel
Cage for the rumble
Now I'm in this bitch so venomous sick
Chewin' niggas like gumbo
Brained out, I was in it with the rags out
No rappin' everybody wanna take mine
Spent my whole life out scrappin'
And everybody wanna bitch up, no switch up
Stay active
Any way you wanna go, then, what's happenin'
I'ma let shit be known

I'ma let shit be known
I'ma let shit be known

I don't wanna hear no kind of
Garbage shit, people get caught up
Makin' artist hit's
Everybody wanna know where'd you go
When your art is?went? I was in the past
Stick a foot up in that
Ass with the hardest shit (On Bloods
Nigga) Tell me who you wanna aim
For when the target's split
Dumpin' when I'm on the solo, nigga
No more Mr nice Guy nigga, night-night
I be actin' like I'm Gizmo
With the bright light
Fuck around and hit the wrong trigger
Nigga we can turn shit into Fright Night
Hi, I really wanna keep it ten feet
Better back up
I don't want you all up in a nigga' bubble
You don't want no trouble with the Mack Truck
Do you wanna be about it
Or you talk about it
I don't really give a mad fuck
With a gat in hand, run around like Taliban
Them get wrapped up
Bloodstains on my floorboard, horrorcore
You run around lookin' for the shine
My life's more like Mordor four door
Pull up on you full
Of Brainsickers that's hungry
Always with the munchies 'cause, bitch
I was poor poor

I'ma let shit be known
I'ma let shit be known