Twisted Insane - N.T.S. lyrics
[Twisted Insane - N.T.S. lyrics]
Friday, the 13th nigga that's monster shit
Great big nigga like Frankenstein
Hop in the whip with a monster bitch
Slice through hoes like Freddy Kruger
Wait for you niggas like Doctor Satan
I had to come harder
Than your favorite rapper
That's why I kept all you people waiting
Friday, the 13th Pamela Voorhees shit
Lead motherfuckers straight to they death
Call me the black Jack Kevorkian
I'm like a werewolf Michael Jackson thriller
On the full moon you can test your luck
I hunt motherfuckers deep in the woods
I even give a head start buddy best of luck
Yeah, I be in the corner like a nigga
Who was bout to murder you was sick
Until he get and catch a nigga slippin' he
Grew up in this shit and I ain't
Leave until the homie got a fist full of
Motorola, pissed getting naked
With this bitch, black man and I'ma sign up
For a full-meal ticket
Got this foo' wipe out a blade so I'm knowing
Anything a nigga say shit he'll deal with it
Yeah, I be off of cop
Shit, wild shit eating everybody
Crocodile wit get up in the morning and a
Nigga run a mile we
Can play a little game but
A sin is never childish
Flow so dos know i'm too wicked
Punch you in the face and make yo'
Ho go out and get it
Shitted on all the motherfucking competition
And I look em
In the face and tell em I did it, nigga
Night time night time shit
Octo-ber 31st, that's Halloween
Nigga I'm the real life Michael Myers
Look you dead in the eye
While I eat your spleen
Shout out to Wes Craven, Stephen King
Clive Barker and the rest
That do horror themes
I be leaving motherfuckers whole body numb
When I spit you would think you on morphine
Nigga
Brainsick, Muzik but homie that's all I know
Spend my time doing this rapping shit
If I didn't have this I'd be kicking doors
If I didn't have this I'd be pimping
Hoes put em on the block
Tell em get to work
What the fuck you mean you
Ain't got no money?
Pull out your titties bitch lift your skirt
Yeah, acting like a phantom I be at 'em in
The parking lot and ready for the killin'
I am like a supervillian
When I open up and drill 'em, better know who
You was dealin' with, a nigga finna peel 'em
I get deep inside your mental if
Your money to the ceiling
Chainsaw brains raw I get ignant
Fuck a nigga talkin' bout the
Peace shit catch em
In the streets quick and it gets vindictive
Every time I catch them in the street they be
Cheesy at the cheeks with the peace shit
Speak with hella respect but on
The phone check he
Was acting like a nigga with the G shit
He so wit' yo switch yo bitch ass niggas
Ain't fucking with me and my kind
I'm sitting in the dark room
During broad daylight if you
Lookin' for me you can find me in the
Night time night time shit
Help me get this motherfucker out the trunk
Nigga c'mon, ttake him back here, nigga
Back here homie
Shit, back over here in the dark
Ain't nobody back here, nigga (Gunshot)
Great big nigga like Frankenstein
Hop in the whip with a monster bitch
Slice through hoes like Freddy Kruger
Wait for you niggas like Doctor Satan
I had to come harder
Than your favorite rapper
That's why I kept all you people waiting
Friday, the 13th Pamela Voorhees shit
Lead motherfuckers straight to they death
Call me the black Jack Kevorkian
I'm like a werewolf Michael Jackson thriller
On the full moon you can test your luck
I hunt motherfuckers deep in the woods
I even give a head start buddy best of luck
Yeah, I be in the corner like a nigga
Who was bout to murder you was sick
Until he get and catch a nigga slippin' he
Grew up in this shit and I ain't
Leave until the homie got a fist full of
Motorola, pissed getting naked
With this bitch, black man and I'ma sign up
For a full-meal ticket
Got this foo' wipe out a blade so I'm knowing
Anything a nigga say shit he'll deal with it
Yeah, I be off of cop
Shit, wild shit eating everybody
Crocodile wit get up in the morning and a
Nigga run a mile we
Can play a little game but
A sin is never childish
Flow so dos know i'm too wicked
Punch you in the face and make yo'
Ho go out and get it
Shitted on all the motherfucking competition
And I look em
In the face and tell em I did it, nigga
Night time night time shit
Octo-ber 31st, that's Halloween
Nigga I'm the real life Michael Myers
Look you dead in the eye
While I eat your spleen
Shout out to Wes Craven, Stephen King
Clive Barker and the rest
That do horror themes
I be leaving motherfuckers whole body numb
When I spit you would think you on morphine
Nigga
Brainsick, Muzik but homie that's all I know
Spend my time doing this rapping shit
If I didn't have this I'd be kicking doors
If I didn't have this I'd be pimping
Hoes put em on the block
Tell em get to work
What the fuck you mean you
Ain't got no money?
Pull out your titties bitch lift your skirt
Yeah, acting like a phantom I be at 'em in
The parking lot and ready for the killin'
I am like a supervillian
When I open up and drill 'em, better know who
You was dealin' with, a nigga finna peel 'em
I get deep inside your mental if
Your money to the ceiling
Chainsaw brains raw I get ignant
Fuck a nigga talkin' bout the
Peace shit catch em
In the streets quick and it gets vindictive
Every time I catch them in the street they be
Cheesy at the cheeks with the peace shit
Speak with hella respect but on
The phone check he
Was acting like a nigga with the G shit
He so wit' yo switch yo bitch ass niggas
Ain't fucking with me and my kind
I'm sitting in the dark room
During broad daylight if you
Lookin' for me you can find me in the
Night time night time shit
Help me get this motherfucker out the trunk
Nigga c'mon, ttake him back here, nigga
Back here homie
Shit, back over here in the dark
Ain't nobody back here, nigga (Gunshot)