Twisted Insane
Choppen
Hit 'em with a Reese's Pieces, but I like 'em on a corner, poppin offa' california I wanna eat their neices
Then I wanna run up with a sick unleashes, 9 times out of 10 they got heebie jeebies
Run up in the middle with a Swisher Sweet, they gon' get blown when I hit the weed. I hate! N***as that be lookin' at me funny when I'm f**kin' with their money I'ma turn 'em into million pieces
They don't really wanna with a n***a that be choppen everybody in the middle of the night time sh*t
Wait who is this n***a?!
Twisted Insane! I think ima get a tattoo of this n***a!
Hit 'em with venom when I get up in 'em I told everybody that I would be willin'
I coulda been off of them when and I coulda been shooting a face when a n***a was grinnin'
F**k! I'm losing it!
Put 'em in the bathroom, where they're tied up, where the anti's fried up, f**k a n***a's brains, I shoot 'em in the face and the b*t*h tied up
They don't wanna really get fried up, but I really wanna f**k a knee, I got the f**k a fee to throw it right at the freezer just so I could keep it for a couple weeks
Now take 'em and I put 'em whenever, a weirdo, anybody really wanna come and eat this b*t*h?
Put 'em in a bucket of chicken, finger lickin', with the seasonin', and reheat this sh*t
Grip this b*t*h with a pistol grip and then ease this sh*t(sh)
I ease back and squeeze back and delete this b*t*h