Twisted Insane
Smoke, Drink, Eat, F#&K
This motherfucka had my shit
Ya know
Put ya guards up homie

[Verse 1]
Now how many of these muthafuckas want they mouth split?
One hundred and fifty G's on studio time, no this is house shit
[Slip and?] never again will have no house bitch
[?] and no extinguisher can douse this
Murder music is what you hearin up outta ya [renavato?] with an XBOX on [the flow?] to play the Halo
With n***as [that ain't?] never been it, they go...
Hit a n***a's brains with Prego
Smear a n***a blood on the bagel
I'm one of them [?] mini boat bitches up in my state

[Hook x4]
Smoke, drink, eat, fuck

And muthafuckas iiiiiiiis, yeah... [da da]
Listenin to that G shit n***a, that brainsick shit uh
So I'd invite you to just sit back and listen
Open ya ear wax, sit back and n***a just...
[Verse 2]
Listen to what I say when I do spit shit
Like some of these n***as is hatin... and some of these n***as addicted
Runnin up on me like "Twisted, Twisted, Twisted!"
I do any and everything if you listen to this shit
In this bitch, happen to be the one to never fuck with me
Now the bitches wanna fuck with me like a n***a got em all stuck on me
And I don't really give a fuck about these rap hoes
Hit em with venom and send em right out the back do'
Anyway, I move in through the dark
Move in with the guards
While I move in on the park and you move in on the heart
[Lest?] n***as'll get ya shit bit by the bark
Shit bit in the dark, [?]
Dump at the skylark
Don't stop till his butthole's in the gas tank and the shit blow
N***a, then it's time to get ghost
Muthafuckas wanna act like they got 64s, but I been pimpin and [gatherin?] bitches cause n***a I got 64s...


Yeah! [da da]
[Gun shots]