Twisted Insane - Mental lyrics

Yeah, burn a body with the gun, fool
Pull up on you in the parking lot, my nigga
Ain't nowhere that you can run to
Try'na duck behind a Kawasaki
Hit the body if a nigga want to
Hit 'em with a hundred rounds
I put 'em in the ground and comin'
Back is what you won't do
(What bracks?) I don't give a
Shit where you from, this Dago
Horchata with the cornier side
Of torta el fuego
From the Southeast where ain't nobody in
This bitch wear no halo
I need red sauce and the green sauce
'fore this shit get too fatal
(Okay) always keep it on the real
Steal your cable
All I see up in a nigga dreamin'
When I wake up it's redrum
I'm in the middle


They get sentimental when I fuck around
And get your head spun
Adios, ain't nowhere to go to get
Your lifeline when the lead come
The hardest, motherfucker that you ever heard
Comin' all up in your front door
With some real Crips and Bloods
Flag on a nigga face when the
Homies all came through bustin'
What you wanna shake hands for? You
Already know what it was, motherfucker

Damn, it's a riddle
I be shootin' bullets at the
Man in the middle
So high almost put the can on the griddle
Finna burn 'em with the ham
God damn I am mental might as well take my
Dope with the coincidentals
I'm about to go bozo in the rental
Brazy, Blood
Might throw blows with the devil
Then I go get the shovel

(Bitch, what's hatnin') damn I am mental
Da da damn I am mental
(Bitch, what's hatnin') damn I am mental
Da da damn I am mental
(Bitch, what's hatnin')
Throw blows with the devil
Throw blows with the devil
(Bitch, what's hatnin')
Throw blows with the devil
Throw blows with the devil

I'm no kinda beginner
I will never lose, no doubt
Better roll out with the winner
Shit is hella funny watchin' everybody
Roll out when I enter
I don't pay attention, they
Don't get no mention
Blown out on the pinner
They be tellin' people stay away
Don't wanna go down with a sinner
Niggas actin' like a motherfucker when I
Throw down with the blender
I will go 'round all on yo' town
With a four pound for the splitter
Then I'm back up on the juice on the
Loose with a fat deuce for my shitter
Doodoo on you niggas
I ain't runnin' from nobody when
The fuckin' funk pop
Matter fact I'm waitin' for
You when you wanna
Come around and get the trunk popped
When I dump shots you gon' come and get
It or you try'na run away or whatnot
They don't want it with the wicked
I be eatin' motherfuckers like kumquats
(Lil' nigga) I be in
The minivan backseat scopin'
Is he gonna come pop out
The house? Oh geez, please, i'm hopin'
Pull up on 'em, it is
Lunchtime, it's crunch time, he's chokin'
Ain't no way I'll ever run
Away and feel defeat, what you smokin'?
Must've been that really good shit
Tellin' all my enemies keep that
Same energy, don't be comin' at me with
The "it's all good" shit
If you said it then, better say it now
Then I put your body in a wood chip
Don't be try'na act big and bad
'member who you playin' all hood with
I'm the definition of a little nigga really
Down to put the work in
13, standin' on the corner
Fuckin' trigger finger squirtin'
Hurtin' anybody
Wanna go against someone who turnin'
Men to burnt meat
Shout out all the homies in the pen
With the pull ups and the burpies, nigga

Damn, it's a riddle
I be shootin' bullets at the
Man in the middle
So high almost put the can on the griddle
Finna burn 'em with the ham
God damn I am mental might as well take my
Dope with the coincidentals
I'm about to go bozo in the rental
Brazy, Blood
Might throw blows with the devil
Then I go get the shovel

(Bitch, what's hatnin') damn I am mental
Da da damn I am mental
(Bitch, what's hatnin') damn I am mental
Da da damn I am mental
(Bitch, what's hatnin')
Throw blows with the devil
Throw blows with the devil
(Bitch, what's hatnin')
Throw blows with the devil
Throw blows with the devil