Twisted Insane
You would think I was dreamin'
But I wasn't sleeping
B*t*h and my dealer was creepin'
Handle the pump if anyone want the funk open the trunk and jump in the deep end
Motivated by the, Pistol, money, and pu**y
Feelin' the cap and it's foggy
Kill 'em all up, Fill 'em all up
Middle of the night
So nobody saw me
Gotta' be evasive
Shoot n***as in faces
Stickin' their boyfriends in cases
Teach 'em the basis
Cause I bet there's somebody that'll blow your noodle for laces
How many smelt it?
The body up in the next room been dead for weeks
But how many felt it?
The feeling that somebody's backin' up outta their sleep
I am the phenom
Mercal Fur
Sick up on the block
You don't really wanna' be the motherf**ka' all up in my face before you get erased like chalk
And that was my venom
Chew n***as like gremlins
Put 'em in the pot with the noodles
And a bullet through the knee'll rip a n***a a brand new a**hole
(The whole kit and kaboodle)
You n***as is poodles
And me and my n***as be only for other people, (Fools)
Gangbangin' on google?
You n***as are killin' me
Fillin' you up with the tools

Murder music?
You n***as can't hear?
Rip off your ear like Tyson

F**k 'em all up, cut 'em all up, slice 'em
Kill 'em all up, fill 'em all up, nitrous

-Yeah it was the millimeter of the loaded gun
They don't wanna' be the reason a n***a wasn't breathin' when the bullet hit the tip of his lung
Poppin' at a motherf**ka' like a n***a was a nothin' in the middle of the street
He was losin'
His life, his mom, his wife, his rhymes
He fights these n***as instead of constantly choosin'
(I was just bruisin')
Feelin' like David Palmer, (Reference to the the show 24)
Hit 'em with a millimeter, look around the corner, poppin' off in California like the n***a was Dahmer
Hit 'em all up but be careful 'cuz you ain't the only n***a who is psycho
Layin' in the middle of the street dead
With your family yelling "Michael!"
How many give 'em abusive
Thinking I'll give 'em a bit of this music
Sit up and listen to my sh*t for days
While you just sippin' up off of the fluid
Then you proceed to pick up the grenades
And get to bustin' away at the buick
Some n***as just wanna' get paid
But they never really even do sh*t
Wake up the monster
Up in the dark
Wandered off with the devil himself
I'm going bazonkers
Creepin' through blocks in the night, watchin' out for my health
Murder music?
You n***as can't hear?
Rip off your ear like Tyson


[Devil:] What seems to be troubling you my son?
[Twisted Insane:] Seems like there ain't nobody really payin' attention... Ain't nobody really payin' attention when I speak to 'dem.. You know?
[Devil:] Why do they not listen?
[Twisted Insane:] I really couldn't tell you... I'm not them...
[Devil:] Make them hear you
[Twisted Insane:] You know what, you right, I'mma try homie, I'mma try

Does anybody even listen to me when I speak?
Nobody believes me
I'm sick of these n***as sittin' in the dark gettin' geeked
Just up in the club
Forty, me, and my nuts
Posted up and we deep in the tomb
Ken?, Ryu?, Blanca? Guile?
Hit 'em with a sonic boom, (Street Fighter reference)
Think about life in a blacked out room
With no kinda' weed or rolled swisher to burn
Her mom and her sister can both be deaf as far as I'm concerned
([Devil:] It is now my turn)
Murder music?
You n***as can't hear?
Rip off your ear like Tyson