Twisted Insane
200 Round Clip
N***a, don't get it twisted, homie
Remember who the f**k I am, n***a
Nah f**k that , lemme show you
Two-hundred round!

[Verse 1]
(First gear)
I make a murder with two hundred rounds of venom, I get in 'em
Make you wish you had a wish
You b*t*hes supersoak your denim
I be in some sicker sh*t you wanna b*t*h about it
Bring your b*t*h around and we gon' see if she'll let you in
And I make her friend and take her
End up on the rubber undercover
When I smother anyone give me a minute and some b***er
I don't talk about it, better be about it
Never doubt a motherf**ker
Who done spent a gang of time up in the gutter

(Switch gears!)
Puttin' the work in, ain't no buster
Feelin' the rush and put 'em in dust
On top of the roof, I'm ready to bust
I'm choppin' 'em all into minimal nuts
And droppin' them all in the front of a bus
I fill the streets up with they death, Beretta issue, bullet
B*t*h [?] and I bet you wanna bust
So quit your b*t*hin' and your dissin', don't nobody even listen
But to mention that you wish you bustin' back to pay attention
But you weep before you speak
You better be thinkin' about the demon
Comin' up into the house to meet you
With the blade to cut the tension
Open 'em up when they mumble a word about the Brainsick
I behave like I ain't got no kinda sense
I mean I'm really on the fence
I'll turn your meat up into mince
I'm makin' samples out you b*t*hes
I'll be damned if I'ma let you go to sleep before I rinse your blood up on my hand I take you deep into the voodoo ritual
You probably thought about it, "sh*t, I'll diss him in a video
And maybe he'll respond and boost my music"
And I lose a couple thousand followers
And quit your job because you finna blow