Kaseek Ortiz, Twisted Insane - Pray lyrics

Pray pray somebody better
Pray

Somebody better pray, if these bitch ass
Mark ass niggas tryin to live
Another day, I dare one to
Come get the fair ones
Time i spare none rather give u fucks
A buck 50 across your face
(this niggas crazy)
Aye what you say? I'm just
Another fuckin LL Cool J
Just licking my lips, why is this? Coz I
Too am looking for some pussy around my way
My face always
Looks grumpy, i'll cut you short
Leave most niggas stumpy
My brain has a twist that makes
Me feel pumped b
Like having yo' main chick and your side
Bitch chillin wit me comfortably, do
U get it nigga, paint a more vivid
Scene or should you watch me drill her
I'm the reason your wack
Ass met her, needless to say topic
Just became an album filler
Somebodies gonna pay, or they gonna
Find that Ortiz don't play, fuck around I'll
Come around wit pliers to yank the
Teeth out your mothafukin face
Im noticin yall been wishing to die
I'm on this henny n red
And I'm fixin to fly, hope yall
Continue praying, cuz I'm saying, i
Always leave a scar to remember me
By, I walk like a killer
Talk wit no filter, I'm in
Touch with my demon inner, the cold
Runs deeper, I just so happen
To see it clearer, i am karma
I am the reaper, I am
Sparta, and you are beiber
You niggas is Marsha and apparently the only
Soul you got is your sneaker

Pray pray somebody better
Pray

Pray for a nigga life but, you still fucked
Drunk and I’m on a mission
When I’m in a minute, wait a minute baby
You need Jesus, Pray fetus
For the sick minds to a bitch im into pieces
When I walk up to a nigga
With a pamphlet, Damn it
Don’t need it, You keep it
Sick thoughts, gotta kick rock, too vicious
In the kitchen with a bad bitch
Booty hangin’ out, Who do dishes nutritious
Pull up with a bag and 2 swishers
One deep off of a bump bee
With a bitch names Delicious danger
Come fuck i got one tucked in the chamber
Try to run around and hit a nigga
With a millimeter but I thank ya bang ya
Pull up and kill some like Grande
Finna drill shit Nigga, real shit
This hate, pace picante on they
Lay homie, don’t play
I will just keep it Real with
Me don’t feel for me
Nah fuck that bitch kids keep this
Ain't nobody in the whole
Room can't beat this
Strapped up with a mac tucked
From the shell toe Adidas off another bottle
I be getting hella wicked
They don’t really get it
I be in a corner with a black mask
And two whammys put two in your one brain
Take a plane to Miami
Then lay up for like 8 months
With a bitch who can’t stand me wasted
Take a trip with neo through the matrix
Then found out one more for
Make sure your brain just go ape shit
Nah fuck that imam get em off like they did
Might run away from the gunplay
Can destroy murder cases face it
Looking at your death blade at your neck
Water your step
Before you get stuck like a dope head
Woofin til the big bad wolf woopin
Niggas be on tough guy take all day
Till I pull up in the mo-ped
Don’t nobody wanna fuck around
And have a dinner date with the reaper
Brainsick in the speaker
Flamed up like I’m eather
Hopin out like your hammer swole
With a hoe wit a wife beater
Ain't nobody on my level im
The devil out yo' tweeter

Pray pray somebody better
Pray

Stay out my lane, feelins done changed
Never let another
Lame cross me again, keep your guard up guy
You'll find out when I
Decide to claim your soul mine, day
You turn a blind eye
Better watch me close, I'll keep
You on your toes
If you talk guns for one you
Gon' miss like Shaq free
Throws, fuck that coz you wack please
Bleed slow, tho, we all know, most of
You clowns don't wanna go there, talkin, will
Only keep a dead man walkin
Your knockin on the Devils door on
The wrong hemisphere, nigga you crazy, catch
A tombstone for misbehavin, your God didn't
Raise me, feeling is surreal, spacey
Like fucking a
Zombie hoping to make some babies, let
The dark side define me
Don't mean that dark
Is not a Devine being, im on incline
Easing, soul sweeping, pass it along
Have a grapevine meeting
Pay attention to the
Wording, could be simple or disturbing, body
Surfing past of no returning, cold burning
Purgatory purging, doom doom doom doom, your
Breaking the rules, and I did not
Approve, when you enter the room, the
Pain that I'll induce, you'll wish that
You left your family with heirlooms, lay the
Cat out with the ak, smoke on some
Bombay, hit em with the melee, chop
Em up in fillet, till this little
Rascals body decays, someone call mayday
You better hope that they pray