Twisted Insane, Bishop, Mr Dos Muchos - The Wrong One lyrics
[Twisted Insane, Bishop, Mr Dos Muchos - The Wrong One lyrics]
And leavin em running
Into the bushes i'm watching em pissin'
Nobody really come help when nigga be coming
It is nothing to put bullets in stomachs
Twisted insane give me tha heebie jeebies
And a nigga really make it look easy
Up in the straitjacket like i was Houdini
Creep through the middle of the
Night in the beanie
Some think i'm a weenie but
Peep he the sickest
Neuter their bodies like i was drunk gaudy
Off of La-Dee-Da-Dee motivate the vicious
Indeed just sleeping with the fishes
Multiply by all the niggas in ditches
Should i just live bloody in the ditches
And the rest of that shit was delicious
Wanna come on mothafuckers what twisted
Can do for them sending them
Right over the fences
And before i could even in my trenches
Little nigga beggin' me for repentance
Shit, mothafucker i'm the wrong one
Been a menace since you seen a Tommy gun
Nigga you think of my tongue
You'll be bumping your gum with
No gum to bump hmm
Found out you wasn't ready to dump
When off of that pump
While you selling those tickets
Always wondering why nobody did this
Stumbling drunk and i'm off of
That liquor bit nigga
But this shit is sicker than snot
Gather a spot just to watch where they drop
Thought you would spit this shit we spit hot
Murder a mothafucker when i go hop
I am the wrong one
Into the bushes i'm watching em pissin'
Nobody really come help when nigga be coming
It is nothing to put bullets in stomachs
Twisted insane give me tha heebie jeebies
And a nigga really make it look easy
Up in the straitjacket like i was Houdini
Creep through the middle of the
Night in the beanie
Some think i'm a weenie but
Peep he the sickest
Neuter their bodies like i was drunk gaudy
Off of La-Dee-Da-Dee motivate the vicious
Indeed just sleeping with the fishes
Multiply by all the niggas in ditches
Should i just live bloody in the ditches
And the rest of that shit was delicious
Wanna come on mothafuckers what twisted
Can do for them sending them
Right over the fences
And before i could even in my trenches
Little nigga beggin' me for repentance
Shit, mothafucker i'm the wrong one
Been a menace since you seen a Tommy gun
Nigga you think of my tongue
You'll be bumping your gum with
No gum to bump hmm
Found out you wasn't ready to dump
When off of that pump
While you selling those tickets
Always wondering why nobody did this
Stumbling drunk and i'm off of
That liquor bit nigga
But this shit is sicker than snot
Gather a spot just to watch where they drop
Thought you would spit this shit we spit hot
Murder a mothafucker when i go hop
I am the wrong one