Twisted Insane
Fade
[Intro]
F**k your life, I need your life
N***a, take that

[Chorus: Redro Killson & King ISO]
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherf**kin' fade, n***a
(Fade, n***a, fade, n***a, fade, n***a)
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherf**kin' fade, n***a (Fade, n***a)
B*t*h n***a, come catch a fade!
B*t*h n***a, come catch a fade!
Pu**y n***a, come catch a fade!

[Verse 1: Qiayz La Beastress]
My n***as this trick is all up in my face
Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherf**kin' name
I'm like "Are ou serious? You never heard Qiayz?"
Same hoes quartered in my pussier days
Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage
I don't really care how these b*t*hes know my name
'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways
I do not fill up no b*t*h, unless it is a b*t*h
I be whippin' when I take your b*t*h to the ditches
And I take her spirit right outta her feelings
You layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's how I make b*t*hes witness my wickedness
I do not care, I am aware
These b*t*hes is scared, these n***as is dead
We the new brand, Brainsick, n***a
Where is my head?

[Chorus: Redro Killson & King ISO]
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherf**kin' fade, n***a
(Fade, n***a, fade, n***a, fade, n***a)
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherf**kin' fade, n***a (Fade, n***a)
B*t*h n***a, come catch a fade!
B*t*h n***a, come catch a fade!
Pu**y n***a, come catch a fade!
[Verse 2: King ISO]
Pullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja
Blood, I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna
Writing with the heater on me, he's in a sauna
Smokin' like the presidential green to Obama
Sick of the n***as who wanna be comin' at me with the drama
I don't be givin' a f**k about anyone, please, you're a goner
Take the body parts are ideas of the donor
But I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer
The dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though
'Cause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes or microphones
You talk until your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen
I don't know if I could go another day with rifles loaded
Jesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened
Slap a n***a, people told me I was only rappin'
Caught him at his show and had to whop him, he was yappin'
Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened
Ghost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'
Ride around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet
Fake f**kboy like a d**k that's plastic
He ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins
Take your b*t*h and eat the pu**y good, messy napkin
See me with a b*t*h and take a hit, you better ask him
Sick of n***as trippin' on a b*t*h, that's some wack sh*t
She be gettin' flipped like reciprocal fractions
Sick of n***as wolfin' on the internet
Go dumb on a n***a, no intellect
Put him in a box like a cigarette
Your b*t*h wanna chew me like some Winterfresh
F**k your rappin' a** n***as, blood, I been a vet
Hold up, pu**y n***a, I ain't finished yet
Brainsick, n***a, and we been the best
Come and meet the devil, n***a, in the flesh
N***a, catch a fade, n***a...
[Chorus: Redro Killson & King ISO]
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherf**kin' fade, n***a
(Fade, n***a, fade, n***a, fade, n***a)
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherf**kin' fade, n***a (Fade, n***a)
B*t*h n***a, come catch a fade!
B*t*h n***a, come catch a fade!
Pu**y n***a, come catch a fade!

[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment
I don't wanna be the one to pull it
If I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands
Take 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get it for they bands
I can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the ground like a man
Get up in the van
Been around the corner, everybody lookin' for an a** whoopin'
Take a minute 'fore a n***a find about I got the
Right and left hook
And you shook when I hop up with nothin' but hands and you book
And I'm knockin' motherf**kers blocks off
These rocks hot and cookin'
Lookin' a** n***as and b*t*hes never get up and say sh*t
Always on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick
Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK sh*t
Just take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay sh*t
Face it, ain't nobody Superman, n***a, that's real sh*t
They run up on a n***a like me, they best have grenades
I don't wanna hear another motherf**kin' word about
How you got straps and you clack, that's bull
B*t*h, n***a, come catch a fade!

[Chorus: Redro Killson & King ISO]
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherf**kin' fade, n***a
(Fade, n***a, fade, n***a, fade, n***a)
I need your fade, n***a
You better not close your eyes
When it's time to die
I need your motherf**kin' fade, n***a (Fade, n***a)
B*t*h n***a, come catch a fade!