Sick and Twisted ft. Twisted Insane Lyrics

I light you bitches body wit some gasoline

If anybody really wanna fight the brainsick team

I be rappin I be spittin I be off the green

No golf no club be swinging at my enemies

I'm on a

Different level

I made a deal wit the devil

I'm spittin pedal to metal

For the people that can spit it with me

I haven't made it but feelin like I'm the greatest

I gotta get up and take it

I'm one of the few that don't fake it

Got a

Unpredictable, flow invincible

Tried for years but fuck the peace I'm through

Cried my tears and fought my fears I'm true

Sought the cheers and split the jeers in two

Had a minute long speech on the bad guy

Now I really be up on a track wit insane

Half of all you rappers man you ain't fly

Auto tune out the shit like T-Pain

Man I'm sick of all the crap

Wonder where your head is at

I be spittin like a minigun or motherfuckin gat

The pace that I be settin

Your face get all red and

Indented and shredded

Get out my place you're not welcome

Cause I flow with the wind

Cope with a grin

Sewed with emotion I'm holding within

Dope from the medicine

Coke with the Gin

Talk what I thought when I wrote with a pen

Goddamn

Oh shit

Who the fuck got this kid started

Too fast sound like he stuttered

My raps survive when I plummet

Fame

I don't want it

Change maybe

But I never will flaunt it

Deranged crazy

Whatever you wanna call it

You know we runnin this game

While you fuckin runnin your wallet

Motherfucker

Wanna beat it

But still Il be undefeated

You line em up

I pick em my flow is comin so heated

Finna way they be lookin at me forty I be retreatin

They comin they saying sorry

But still I fuck em and feed em

And we dont give a shit about it gotta get you

Hurry better die before the bottle hit you

You say you rich I hope you brought the lotto witchu

That nasty bitch

You think you got a model witchu

I will never be it on the corner beggin plannin witchu

Smokin on the ganja I will never be a mammal witchu

Let you tell it you gon sell a ticket

I ain't rackin withchu

Blood you fuck around and get to feelin like Chewbacca hit you nigga

I told you I'm a different breed

Hit the weed

They gon find me on a mission on the way to victory

Its a murder goin down in history

Underworld smother my enemies

Trynna hit the alley but they found us in the coupe

Hit the ground turn around homie don't shoot

In the back was a bag filled with b lou

I don't wanna give it up what would you do

Shit I hit the alley make a right then I go through

A couple lines I'm feeling like I'm Ken and Goku

I'm rollin with the brain and we don't live with no rules

And I don't listen to nobody I don't know you

Motherfucker