Twisted Insane, Spice 1 - Machine Gun lyrics

Here they come of a pound of Bud
Swisher sweet, Hennessy, it sounds absurd
Knock niggas' noodles all around the curb
Hold the Mack 10 and watch
It pound they nerves
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly

Fillin up out of the funk with
A black and a black, two foes on lack
Never let a bitch fall off
My nigga better keep your ho on track
Man I thought it was Halloween
It was so many tricks out here treatin
So many candy ass niggas out
Here trickin off every weekend
And niggas be holdin them heaters but shit
On themselves before it get real
I be makin them out of believers when
I put the brandishing to steel
Niggas vanishing for real
Disappearing in the wind
Evaporating motherfuckers with 45
For fucking up (my in?)
Chimpanzee ass niggas tryn to fuck
With a King Kong
Banana clip will spill out and fill
It in your ding dong
International, wear my bulletproof vest like
It's a fashion show spiceberg Slim
Cold as a motherfuckin Alaskan tho
50-1-50, I can even show you the papers
Kill a nigga
Have ya really ghost ridin the scraper
50-1-50, I can even show you the papers
Kill a nigga
Have ya real ghost ridin the scraper

Here they come of a pound of Bud
Swisher sweet, Hennessy, it sounds absurd
Knock niggas' noodles all around the curb
Hold the Mack 10 and watch
It pound they nerves
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly

Knock em with the fo fifth, hit them with R
You can niggas run up, they get fucked up
But you can do all, you can
Try to do to save your friend
But they gon die in the end
When I'm off that juice and gin,? just begin
Could'a been that swisher sweet that's
Still with the weed, no oxygen
And heard that motherfucka go up on
The road bend them blocks again
Trick it up? Forrest Gump, Lieutenant Dan
And hoverin over motherfuckers like
I was Chris angel off a fifth of hen
Excuse but it's a bit too much to
Eat niggas up like double stuff
Hover your cookies and please, don't push me
I jump over niggas like double dutch
Niggas can wolf about such and such
I aim for the nuts and Shoot For The Face
I'm? and I burn up niggas up
If you chosin to race hit em with venom and
You claimin you tough but
You sweater than cinnamon
I'm off of that gin again
And I'll iron your face if you wrinkle my?
I'm a nigga that's sicker than
Motherfuckers that think they're
Wicker than psycho
And I murder anybody in the middle of the
Night when I'm lookin on niggas like Michael

Here they come of a pound of Bud
Swisher sweet, Hennessy, it sounds absurd
Knock niggas' noodles all around the curb
Hold the Mack 10 and watch
It pound they nerves
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly