Twisted Insane - Beetle Juice lyrics
[Twisted Insane - Beetle Juice lyrics]
All you ever do around here
Is eat sleep and shit look at this place
Way yall act, yall must think I'm the maid
Is that it? I gotta go hell naw it ain′t it
It ain't it until I say it's it dammit
Are you serious is that it
Boy don′t get smart with me cause I′ll Knock
Yo ass into the middle of next week
And where you going anyway
You little fat fuck, you ain't got a job
Who′s that little fuck out on my porch
For some of the things that we do in life
You know what I'm saying it′s not
Like we wanna do 'em
We don′t wanna end up this way
It's just that sometimes homies
Motherfuckers just end up
In certain situations, nigga
That's the motherfucken trials and
Tribulations of life you know
Woke up in the parking lot covered in blood
Niggas saw the ones that dumped it
But didn′t know who they was
My heart was beatin' thinkin' about
The shit that happened
This that type of shit that happens
When niggas they get to scrappin′
I got up off the ground and
Hopped up in the bucket
I think them niggas took my keys (shit)
But nigga fuck it (mmm)
Hot wired this bitch like I was thirteen
Got on the cellphone
To the home boy house some thirteen
Strapped up black on my face
When I'm hoppin′ the gate
While I'm bussin′ my gat
Strip while I'm off with the
Aim for the homie
And I'm feelin' a lung, take two to your face
Niggas was duckin' from two to the waist
Bustin a nigga like I was a savage
Niggas was runnin′ when I was just bumpin'
And dumpin' with the 22 automatic
Punch ′em in casket because
Shit got so drastic
From putting these niggas in caskets
The police was on us and commin' up at
Us and puttin' some Niggas in plastic
But we was all back to the house
With the heat in the safe
Thinkin′ about them while takin they life
(erase) while sippin' on the oA
English, to be pervin′
This shit is just like Perry Mason
Nobodies life is oh so certain
Nobodies supposed to be scared
When they just finish puttin' in work
But the police drive by
Every single night for what it′s worth
I'm frightened because even in the
Set lies the snitches
And that is the hob-gobble
Snake, deceitful lyin′ bitches
That happen to be ridiculous
I happen to be the sickest
Nigga you ever heard befo'
As God is my witness
Y'all wanna see a dead body?
They shot my brother
Everybody in the mall was runnin'
Motherfuckin', bitches runnin′ out the
Temples and shit
Motherfucker throwin′ cookies out
The Cookie shop
MOtherfucker (they shot my brother)
Oh and I'll smoke every
Motherfucker that came here
Every motherfucker came in my way
Just thought I′d let y'all know that
See I get mad as fuck
Oh he′s a monster, pure psychopath
Watch me shoot this motherfucker
Shoot to take his life is what he told me
Dump with the heat and make his blood spill
On low-key (okay homie)
Bury them niggas up under the cement
With noone to meet him
Open the gate but that wasn't his fate
He was alone for the devil to greet him
And punishing for all he seekin'
Put a motherfucker to sleep and
Now on his knees prayin' like a demon
Cause niggas be switchin′ they act when
They fell on they back
From creepin′ round corners and bustin'
With the mini macs (with the mini macs)
Nothing can stop demons
All over my body they got me
Feeling like a psycho active
Runnin' with heaters like 9 millimeters
They forced me to put on
The white straight jacket
Emptied the bowl but then I repacked it
It took all the weed to the lungs
Smokin′ and smokin' until I was chokin′
My brain is provokin' to grab the gun
I was just young and bustin′ for fun
Raised by the OG's
So what was a nigga to do when
They tell me to kill that fool
At fo'teen (why?)
Shoot and I'm a shoot for the sweata'
For the simple fact that a
Nigga don′t know no betta'
Cause, I′d rather take his face off
Creep with a M-16 and take off
Nigga this ain't no sign but I
Will swing away like baseball
Cause homie it′s like another case
(another case)
I want you to break up in yo house
And eat a nigga brain like Jason
I think I must erase 'em for
The fact he's so weak
I think I′ma cook his guts like bacon
Befo′ I go eat
And I hope the menu still with fried goose
Niggas'll pound you till yo
Fuckin′ eyes loose beetlejuice
Why do you think he removes their skins?
It excites him
Most serial killers keep some sort
Of trophies from their victims i didn't
No, no you ate yours
(Sound of objects thrown to floor)
A census taker once tried to test me
I ate his liver with some fava beans
And a nice chianti
Is eat sleep and shit look at this place
Way yall act, yall must think I'm the maid
Is that it? I gotta go hell naw it ain′t it
It ain't it until I say it's it dammit
Are you serious is that it
Boy don′t get smart with me cause I′ll Knock
Yo ass into the middle of next week
And where you going anyway
You little fat fuck, you ain't got a job
Who′s that little fuck out on my porch
For some of the things that we do in life
You know what I'm saying it′s not
Like we wanna do 'em
We don′t wanna end up this way
It's just that sometimes homies
Motherfuckers just end up
In certain situations, nigga
That's the motherfucken trials and
Tribulations of life you know
Woke up in the parking lot covered in blood
Niggas saw the ones that dumped it
But didn′t know who they was
My heart was beatin' thinkin' about
The shit that happened
This that type of shit that happens
When niggas they get to scrappin′
I got up off the ground and
Hopped up in the bucket
I think them niggas took my keys (shit)
But nigga fuck it (mmm)
Hot wired this bitch like I was thirteen
Got on the cellphone
To the home boy house some thirteen
Strapped up black on my face
When I'm hoppin′ the gate
While I'm bussin′ my gat
Strip while I'm off with the
Aim for the homie
And I'm feelin' a lung, take two to your face
Niggas was duckin' from two to the waist
Bustin a nigga like I was a savage
Niggas was runnin′ when I was just bumpin'
And dumpin' with the 22 automatic
Punch ′em in casket because
Shit got so drastic
From putting these niggas in caskets
The police was on us and commin' up at
Us and puttin' some Niggas in plastic
But we was all back to the house
With the heat in the safe
Thinkin′ about them while takin they life
(erase) while sippin' on the oA
English, to be pervin′
This shit is just like Perry Mason
Nobodies life is oh so certain
Nobodies supposed to be scared
When they just finish puttin' in work
But the police drive by
Every single night for what it′s worth
I'm frightened because even in the
Set lies the snitches
And that is the hob-gobble
Snake, deceitful lyin′ bitches
That happen to be ridiculous
I happen to be the sickest
Nigga you ever heard befo'
As God is my witness
Y'all wanna see a dead body?
They shot my brother
Everybody in the mall was runnin'
Motherfuckin', bitches runnin′ out the
Temples and shit
Motherfucker throwin′ cookies out
The Cookie shop
MOtherfucker (they shot my brother)
Oh and I'll smoke every
Motherfucker that came here
Every motherfucker came in my way
Just thought I′d let y'all know that
See I get mad as fuck
Oh he′s a monster, pure psychopath
Watch me shoot this motherfucker
Shoot to take his life is what he told me
Dump with the heat and make his blood spill
On low-key (okay homie)
Bury them niggas up under the cement
With noone to meet him
Open the gate but that wasn't his fate
He was alone for the devil to greet him
And punishing for all he seekin'
Put a motherfucker to sleep and
Now on his knees prayin' like a demon
Cause niggas be switchin′ they act when
They fell on they back
From creepin′ round corners and bustin'
With the mini macs (with the mini macs)
Nothing can stop demons
All over my body they got me
Feeling like a psycho active
Runnin' with heaters like 9 millimeters
They forced me to put on
The white straight jacket
Emptied the bowl but then I repacked it
It took all the weed to the lungs
Smokin′ and smokin' until I was chokin′
My brain is provokin' to grab the gun
I was just young and bustin′ for fun
Raised by the OG's
So what was a nigga to do when
They tell me to kill that fool
At fo'teen (why?)
Shoot and I'm a shoot for the sweata'
For the simple fact that a
Nigga don′t know no betta'
Cause, I′d rather take his face off
Creep with a M-16 and take off
Nigga this ain't no sign but I
Will swing away like baseball
Cause homie it′s like another case
(another case)
I want you to break up in yo house
And eat a nigga brain like Jason
I think I must erase 'em for
The fact he's so weak
I think I′ma cook his guts like bacon
Befo′ I go eat
And I hope the menu still with fried goose
Niggas'll pound you till yo
Fuckin′ eyes loose beetlejuice
Why do you think he removes their skins?
It excites him
Most serial killers keep some sort
Of trophies from their victims i didn't
No, no you ate yours
(Sound of objects thrown to floor)
A census taker once tried to test me
I ate his liver with some fava beans
And a nice chianti