Twisted Insane
Bat Outta Hell
[Intro:]
Yeah, Brainsick
(Reversed talk)

[Verse 1]
Bat outta hell
Bat outta hell
Face of a demon and I'm fire breathin' leave 'em tagging an L
Mask on my face like monster n***a no Halloween trick
Knife in my hands Mike Myers n***a no Halloween sh*t
I'm in a stolen Regal with no gas in it
And a body in the trunk from the night before
Drunk and stuck, throwing up, but it sure as f**k ain't my first rodeo
I had the Babylon on my a**
They got a place for a n***a in the backseat
I think it's time for me to just smash
It's when a n***a got you running like a track meet
Hopping fences, this suspense is, killing me I really don't wanna be in a pickle
I'd rather be posted up in the crib with hella weed but now I'm running from ballistics end up burning like a missile
Sh*t I could turn into a phantom on 'em, blend to the night like I was chameleon
I'm underground like a basement ghost, but at the same time higher than a ceilin'
F**k your feelings, you're talking to the same n***a who used to be scared of the dark
As a little kid, that was my worst f**king fear like air is to a shark
You're f**king with a werewolf don't nobody care when you bark
Fill them with the rage throw 'em in the cage with the Brainsick, tear you apart

[Interlude]
These eyes do not see what you and I see
Behind these eyes one finds only blackness the absence of light

[Hook]
I am like a bat up out of hell x4
Imma let them have it when I'm busting through the ma**es like a fully automatic x4

[Verse 2]
People looking at me funny, never take me for a dummy
Even though a n***a sinnin', while I'm drinkin' on my gin
And puffing on the weed again
I'm the realest you pretend it, better believe that I be winnin'
Mind of a murderer happen to hurt 'em
Put 'em in perpendicular body positions up in your furniture
Playin' like it's a tournament fill ‘em up with the voice of a curse, then put n***as up in the fire that's why I'm burnin' 'em
It's Twisted Insane what the f**k you mean you haven't heard of him
You must of been high on shrooms, or living on the moon, or only into bullsh*t rap that be on the radio and I am way too goon
F**k you all, see you leave the show too soon, how the f**k you finna dip when I'm the monster in the dark?
F**k your life, cut with knife, I made incision on your brain like I was Dr. Heart
With the homies, or by myself, you catch a n***a on the solo when I'm with the sh*t
Claim you pimp, makes me sick, how these n***as acting funny when they wit' they b*t*h
You can't roll one with the homies, you can't hang around the studio all f**king night
You can't hit the club, you can't stick with thugs, and I can't go into your house past f**king light
They say I'm evil, but I'm just living on the dark side of the force, my n***a
Anybody wants to go against a motherf**ker I will kill and I will say I'm forced by liquor
Nice and easy, Nice and greasy, like a b*t*h who getting f**ked with no Vaseline
I took match that I found up in the back then I looked in your face I spit it with the gasoline
[Hook]

Yeah, Brrrain