Twisted Insane - Diabolical Verse lyrics
[Twisted Insane - Diabolical Verse lyrics]
And after that slow shit, they notice
I'm mean like it's Halloween
With no "Hocus Pocus"
I'm clean like a guillotine that
Slice through your choch bitch please
Nobody wants your ass your
Shit got the roaches
Nobody wanna fuck around with a
Bitch who got mildew
Soon as he hit the door won't
You show him the real you
I can't believe the shit these niggahs
Let you get away with
If you'd of been my bitch
I would've motherfucking killed you
Then I'm off into Colorado with my niggas
They be on Park Hill
Brained out, got a bang out like '94 for real
What the fuck you mean chill
Nigga? Insane has no chill just
Chew a motherfuckers face as I
Make them my meal
I don't even wanna be around him
If he ain't no rider grew up and I threw up
With real south east siders
Niggas that good night ya
Walk up to you when you having
A picnic at the park with
Your bitch and provide ya
Brainsick reminiscent of a nigga
Hung up like Jesus
No lines sicker than ebola since
I came out that fetus
I only get my kicks in jackin
Off my dick or stompin a
Niggas face in with a shell-toe Adidas
Night time creepers under the moon light
You got shrooms right?
My niggas don't want get fucked up
Especially on doom night
Watch you mean I zoom right? passin
And I'm gassin off of super
Unleaded you will get beheaded
Nigga who's tight
Who's Twisted Insane? You should
Be ashamed if you
Don't know that name, alter lane, 15 years
Chewing rappers up in the game
I can have your bottom bitch give me brain
Bobble head like spencer's gifts
Nigga keep the loose change
Never really gave a fuck
Though, i'm cutthroat, leaning
People coming at me everyday with for
The new shit they fiending
Quit your daydreaming
Twisted Insane ready to
Hit your motherfuckin brain up
I am the last demon
I'm mean like it's Halloween
With no "Hocus Pocus"
I'm clean like a guillotine that
Slice through your choch bitch please
Nobody wants your ass your
Shit got the roaches
Nobody wanna fuck around with a
Bitch who got mildew
Soon as he hit the door won't
You show him the real you
I can't believe the shit these niggahs
Let you get away with
If you'd of been my bitch
I would've motherfucking killed you
Then I'm off into Colorado with my niggas
They be on Park Hill
Brained out, got a bang out like '94 for real
What the fuck you mean chill
Nigga? Insane has no chill just
Chew a motherfuckers face as I
Make them my meal
I don't even wanna be around him
If he ain't no rider grew up and I threw up
With real south east siders
Niggas that good night ya
Walk up to you when you having
A picnic at the park with
Your bitch and provide ya
Brainsick reminiscent of a nigga
Hung up like Jesus
No lines sicker than ebola since
I came out that fetus
I only get my kicks in jackin
Off my dick or stompin a
Niggas face in with a shell-toe Adidas
Night time creepers under the moon light
You got shrooms right?
My niggas don't want get fucked up
Especially on doom night
Watch you mean I zoom right? passin
And I'm gassin off of super
Unleaded you will get beheaded
Nigga who's tight
Who's Twisted Insane? You should
Be ashamed if you
Don't know that name, alter lane, 15 years
Chewing rappers up in the game
I can have your bottom bitch give me brain
Bobble head like spencer's gifts
Nigga keep the loose change
Never really gave a fuck
Though, i'm cutthroat, leaning
People coming at me everyday with for
The new shit they fiending
Quit your daydreaming
Twisted Insane ready to
Hit your motherfuckin brain up
I am the last demon