Twisted Insane, King Iso, Charlie Ray - Fee Fi Fo Fum lyrics

[Twisted Insane, King Iso, Charlie Ray - Fee Fi Fo Fum lyrics]

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder who you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky

Brain!

I pull up on you niggas with the 50 with me
Buzzin’ off a bottle
With a model with me, lipstick on my dick
Twisted in the bitch
While eatin' fish and grit's
And some may call me sick
I’m nobody which you wanna be with
You’ll get the mitts
And listen to me, when they ready to kill
Go out and do it, if nobody movin’
Tell me would you put one in his noodle?
Sneak up into his house while he’s sleepin’
How ’bout this freakin’ machete
I’m on my Freddy
And kill his kit and caboodle
I’m spittin’ venomous doodoo
Rippin’ bodies to pieces
Now feel my telekinesis
I leave ’em layin’ in feces
I’m sicker than all of the demons
Go even preach if you want to
My wicked will always haunt you so
Keep on prayin’ to Jesus
People was pilin’ up ’cause
I’m overdosin’ on killin’
My homicidal reaction
I make ’em reach for they strap
Either that or get to runnin which
Homie give up they bat
I keep up with the gangstas till
I can go to the back
Forever holdin’ a?gat?, whenever they wanna
Put me to the test, I make
’em rest in the cemetery, you’re done
Buddy somebody really shoulda' told
You I diminish you
Homie, it’s never finishin’
Shit has only begun
And I am one of them ones that
Raised up right from the slum
I’m comin’ from the abyss
And drinkin’ gorilla piss
Now homie, don’t get me pissed
I’m knowin you like your music
And ridin' for all
Your people but they ain’t fuckin’ with this
Bet they wanna get with me
Well now ain’t that about a bitch?
They tell me that it’s over
When the fat lady sing
But, add up all the money
That the fat lady bring
I’mma have to go and make
A naked fat lady team
I told you I be runnin’ off of diesel
Fire breathing dragon
I’mma spit it with the gasoline
My nigga, you can come with an army
It don’t really matter ’cause the
Brainsick will smash your team brain!

Fee fo fi fum!
Runnin' up on ’em, stompin’ ’em flat
Let’s have some fun! Fee fo fi fum!
A hundred in front and blockin' the back
Nowhere to run! Fee fo fi fum!
Come kick it with us, we off of that 'gnac
And we finna puff that weed in that sack
If they wanna fuss, we’re stompin’ ’em flat
Fee fo fi fum! Fee fo fi fum!
Runnin' up on ’em, stompin’ ’em flat
Let’s have some fun! Fee fo fi fum!
A hundred in front and blockin' the back
Nowhere to run! Fee fo fi fum!
Come kick it with us, we off of that 'gnac
And we finna puff that weed in that sack
If they wanna fuss, we’re stompin’ ’em flat
Fee fo fi fum!

Pull up on a nigga with
The Mac upon the avenue
Run up off the Henny with
The naughty and the attitude
Leave a nigga wet like my cigarette
Bloody red
Murder a nigga, not givin’ a fuck
Then let the homie laugh at you!
Pull up at the bar
Blood and I already had a few
Catch ’em in the green room
Then I get to stabbin' you
Ever kill a nigga in the
Room with the mirror, look up out it
Then you swear to God the
Devil lookin’ back at you pack a few guns
But I beat a nigga black and blue
I could give a fuck about your son, blood
I’m an animal
Cannibal, ain’t nobody waitin’ on it
Tell ’em to talk, talk, 'tll he dead
Blood up on my mandibles
Man, are you crazy? Panoramic camera view
Turned hip hop to a motherfuckin’ panic room
And I shoot babies, tell your son, edible
I’m equivalent to Satan rockin’
Up a Santa suit handle you
Hatin’ niggas tryna give me feedback
Talk about religion but I do not believe that
You can suck a sick dick
Go and buy some knee pads fuck a nigga
Smoke your whole hood like a weed bag
Kill up and I'm ballin' nigga
You won't need a lead pass
Keep twin Glocks in the call em' heat pads
Put your money where your mouth
Is with your weak ass
Put ’em in the bottom of the
Sea where the reef at
Workin’ for the Brainsick
Dead Gang strange yeah
Hottest in the city for
Your fuckin’ information
Haven’t met in real life
Fuckin’ mental patient
Nigga talk down till they dead
Up in the basement
Told ’em I’m a fire breathing dragon
Keep on brackin’ for the niggas
Spittin' like I had gasoline
You can try to come with an army
It don’t really matter 'cause the
Brainsick'll smash your team brain!

Fee fo fi fum!
Runnin' up on ’em, stompin’ ’em flat
Let’s have some fun! Fee fo fi fum!
A hundred in front and blockin' the back
Nowhere to run! Fee fo fi fum!
Come kick it with us, we off of that 'gnac
And we finna puff that weed in that sack
If they wanna fuss, we’re stompin’ ’em flat
Fee fo fi fum! Fee fo fi fum!
Runnin' up on ’em, stompin’ ’em flat
Let’s have some fun! Fee fo fi fum!
A hundred in front and blockin' the back
Nowhere to run! Fee fo fi fum!
Come kick it with us, we off of that 'gnac
And we finna puff that weed in that sack
If they wanna fuss, we’re stompin’ ’em flat
Fee fo fi fum!

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