Twisted Insane - Michael lyrics
[Twisted Insane - Michael lyrics]
I'm feelin' like Mufasa when I'm on the loose
No tellin' what the fuck'll happen
When I'm on the juice
With the brain they playin' at insane
So they can get a boost fuck a truce
Slug up in the noodle, I will never lose
We back up on a high we trynna hit a new
City, no one will forget me nigga no one knew
Who the fuck we is with a
Questions about what we do
We done drove a minute so I hear
We end up on the news
Then im all up in the
Driveway for the get back
Where he go bro no one know
So eat him up like kitkat
Not a landlord wanna come at me
Talkin bout they want rent back
Better ask trump better blast dump
If imma go get that
Tales of a nigga lifetime it's rust up
Run around sayin I'm lit then I
Might get all fucked up
Therapy never did shit so I
Really don't know what's what
Everybody who turn cold end up
With their guts cut (ugh, the fuck)
Off 'em like Raiyu (Raiyu)
Raised up with the Bloods
Crips and the Pirus (Pirus)
Always sleep one hand on this rifle (rifle)
Fit em at it I be all up in em with a rival
(rival)
Never got this close to a real psycho
(psycho)
On a move go sonic boom like Guile (Guile)
Knowin' there won't be no survival you
In the ground when you
Fuck around with Michael
No tellin' what the fuck'll happen
When I'm on the juice
With the brain they playin' at insane
So they can get a boost fuck a truce
Slug up in the noodle, I will never lose
We back up on a high we trynna hit a new
City, no one will forget me nigga no one knew
Who the fuck we is with a
Questions about what we do
We done drove a minute so I hear
We end up on the news
Then im all up in the
Driveway for the get back
Where he go bro no one know
So eat him up like kitkat
Not a landlord wanna come at me
Talkin bout they want rent back
Better ask trump better blast dump
If imma go get that
Tales of a nigga lifetime it's rust up
Run around sayin I'm lit then I
Might get all fucked up
Therapy never did shit so I
Really don't know what's what
Everybody who turn cold end up
With their guts cut (ugh, the fuck)
Off 'em like Raiyu (Raiyu)
Raised up with the Bloods
Crips and the Pirus (Pirus)
Always sleep one hand on this rifle (rifle)
Fit em at it I be all up in em with a rival
(rival)
Never got this close to a real psycho
(psycho)
On a move go sonic boom like Guile (Guile)
Knowin' there won't be no survival you
In the ground when you
Fuck around with Michael