Twisted Insane, Charlie Ray - Much Love lyrics

I used to sleep up on a
Bench at the park inflation
It was late and shit
And everyday these bitches would
Laugh at a drunk
Guy who's sleeping up on the front line
So I'm on "fuck relationships"
Just trying to get one to
Suck on my cock-a doodle no boodles
Just a noodle to find your pussy like Google
I know coo-coos that'll shoot you
And voodoo like Shaka Zulu
Don't trust niggas
That's probably why I always
Approach with caution
And often I'm always off in my own thoughts
Facing a bottle and living my
Life like a dome shot
If around the corner waiting for me
Right now time I don't got
But maybe I'm tripping, maybe I'm not
Maybe it's this bottle I'm sipping
Maybe I'm sick of this motherfucking
Life all day living
Piss in a bucket in the fucking corner
Nigga never had no Thanksgiving
But, you, you grew up differently nigga
If you ever get on this shit on the street
Don't mention me nigga end notations
I be patiently waiting baking
And lacing Jason quotations
In the Matrix, we don't play
With liquor wastin', tastin', no chasin'
It's real in the killing fields nigga
Really? Then how you askin' your drunk
Ass "Deal or no deal?" nigga
More deal with ya, my AK'll leave your dome
Split fo-realla, so go-rilla, mark my words
Nigga you could be ducking me like
Daffy, bugging me like Bunny
A million ratchets be at me
I'm renovating your house and I'm 'bout
To get in your catty
And a bitch with big ol' titties
And booty calling me daddy much Love

There's nothing like me I'm likely
To stuff your Nikes
Perturb the jerk for sure when I
Serve the verbs and ignite beats
To white meat
Any MC can leave in that light piece
I reap, and we Medusa
Producers looking to sight-see
Hennessy, Sprite, maneuver through spite
Like I'm hoopin', i'm nice
You know what the fuck I'm doing tonight, B
I be sipping with hooligans, steady scheming
And all of these ratchets
With no attachments, who getting semen
Serve her like I'm a murderer with the knife
Nothing nice
When I'm sniping her curvature with the pipe
No device and the way that I kill
It is something vicious
Bet she quick to rub my back, make a snack
And cover the dishes
Then I'm out - back into the lab and
Packin' a big bag of that sick
The aftermath at the attack
I land an inhabitable, quick
Then we gon slap with the backhand
No half ass with the plan for no shit
But we know you stand for nothing when
You took that apple she picked, homie
Now as I get off in my Twisted Insane, flow
See we be so critical with
It, inhibit the flame, pro
Like everyone else on the roster
Who been in the game
Ain't no tellin what we been through
But with a pen and pencil
We deliver that pain and wage war on
Pretenders, rocking suspenders, walking in
Britches that's too big and bumpin' that lip
We popping indentures
It's Ender's game when I call the initiate
Start laying waste to the planet and
Askin' who finna save it?
None of you, nothing new, it's just regular
Procedure when I reaper the speakers
Just making sure
You industry niggas know the Brain
Is sick and holistic
Leave you paranoid like Terry
Deployed on Winter Olympics much Love