Twisted Insane - WFWM lyrics

I responded like this, open up a nigga trunk
Get my shit finna get up into that shit
I never cross match with a sick
I'm a schiz,  take the body way
Way out in sticks
Put your body in the ground
I'ma take my dick out and piss
Shit, niggas in the buildin' will
Kill and be spillin' shit
Now you're really lookin' stunned that I know
Who the fuck he dealin' with
Niggas'll get snapped back yo cap
I'm still peelin' it
Doo doo doo doo, doo ain't no chillin' shit

Ain't nowhere for you to run to
It's full moon
I be at 'em wit the witty automatic
Set to bring you to doom
Everybody wanna get to brackin'
I will spray and then fill the room
Try to hide up in the bathtub in
The attic from the wicked you
Faded, with the wasted, stay lit
With the Brainsick
Wasn't even 'posed to hit the weed
Nigga fuck that probation
Everything tryna stop me from tryna
Get on top I got
People tryna put up barricades
Nigga now who is hatin'?
I guess I get gangsta, fuck what you thinkin'
Stood up on a bottle with the OE
Fuck what you drinkin' insane all day
They gon' have to bow down to the KO crack
There is no way you will ever
Get this ship to sink
And then the moonlight night stalker, chalker
Put 'em all in a puddle of redrum
A real walking dead walker
People can all act like I ain't shit
I rep the Brainsick motherfucker

It's night time
Never know when niggas like me be out lurkin'
Stand there waitin' for you wit the weapon I
Be rappin' now to put the work in
That be curtains
Everybody finna lay up in this
Hoe and that's for certain
Ain't nobody gonna get up past
And get a foot up, rather be burnt men
Choppin' anybody, everybody come and get it
Is you wit it?
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit me, don't
Nobody really get it, i'm too wicked
Psycho individual to wanna
Murder every critic, i did it
I ain't finna listen to nobody less
They wanna tell me just bigot
I am one deep with the scythe
Heater by my side in case you wanna fight
Murder in the night, put you in a coma
Take your body when I leave your body shot
Fuck yo life, I be in the old school
Tryna murder people with the wife
Yeah that's right
Spend a couple weeks teachin' how to
Cut niggas with the knife
Slice, like Kimbo, when I pull up
Rollin' down the window
What you in fo', ain't good
I ain't playin' no games, nintendo
In the pent-ho, matter fact
I'd rather hop out, break dentals
They be tellin' me I'm one fry short
Need to sort out my mentals
Rapping like a human Tommy gun and where you
Wanna run a reaper comin' for your neck
Standin' right behind you, ain't
Nowhere to hide
So hurry up and die the body hit the deck
Drop him down the path and
Then if it a wreck
A foot up on the gas and ain't no next
I be waiting for you with the business with
The head up when they come out west
I don't ever rest
I be on the helmets at the NFL
Faded off a nigga
Got a nigga layin' in my throw up
I'm Sick James nigga
Ain't nobody in the game that's like me
I'm the king of all kings homie
With the wrath like hold up

Hold up, nigga, again? For real?
Every time? What's the problem bro?
Bring me the motherfucking blood nigga
I'm in here tryna do my shit