[Intro: Twisted Insane]
Johnny, I need something DARK
(Johnny Juliano)
(*speaking backwards*)
There are things that go bump in the night which the ordinary human will never truly understand
I will influence the lifes before me
They will feel my presence
I am king
If they do not kneel before me...
I will inflict wrath upon them
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
In the middle of the night I'm awakened from my sleep
By what seemed like some kind of a green demon
I was in a wicked dream and I mean never to think
I would blink and wake up to this deep heathen
Now that I'm awoke and he at my throat
I might have to go anywhere that he want me to go, no
Is this some kinda joke? 'Cause you never know
When somebody's gonna hop out with some kind of video
Draggin' me down the halls, then he got me by my testes
Scratchin' in the walls with my fingernails embedded
Take me somewhere ready, only ask him if he deadly
Hit 'em with telekinesis, chop 'em to pieces like I'm Freddy
I don't know what you want but I'm sure that we can work it out
Because I do not wanna meet my fate
He don't really wanna hear what I was tryna say so I know
That I have to find another way
Told me that he was takin' my soul for the wrongs I commited
5150, yeah, maybe I'm cookoo
Maybe because I'll scramble your noodle
Or maybe because I babble the doodoo
Or maybe because I dabble in voodoo, might fill it to you
My venom will do you, I happen to pull you
Give it to you if anyone fool you, nobody stoppin'
I'm steady sockin' it to 'em, then have 'em rockin' a tutu
I was really feelin' lost, in a green moss
But I'm all for the chainsaw, and I feel raw
Maybe it was off with the leg
Off with the head, off with 'em all and I mean ALL
Run full of fright
Run to the left or you run to the right
Run for the dark or you run for the light
These are the things that go bump in the night
[Pre-Chorus: Bleezo]
Ugh, this beat slumpin' is tight
It's that shit that goin' bump in the night
I'm rippin' n***as every time we jump on the mic
Call it shitty delivery, take a dump on the mic, n***a
Fuck the world like the love of my life
Thuggin' it tight, put you nugs to the right
Fuck with my family, better run for your life
'cause a grip on this ?thumper?, I'm finna buck, get your light
[Chorus: Sav Sicc]
When things go bump in the night
It don't matter if a n***a got a gun or a knife
When I punch you they won't find you for a couple of nights
When I stab a bitch n***a inside his jugular twice
And motherfuckers love what I write
You a sucka, you ain't never bust slugs in your life
Rip a n***a that bristle with the pistol, if it's a issue
I dismiss you and you hear shells dump in the night
[Verse 2: Sav Sicc]
A critical individual, n***as is pitiful
N***as dissin' when they spittin' but the shit is subliminal
Sav Sicc is a general, every time I grab the mic
And spit this shit we sicker than syphilis n***a genital
I eat bitch n***as like dinner rolls
I be spittin' with the wicked adrenaline
All these n***as get dividends 'cause these n***as be feminine
But I'm really a gorilla so these n***as get disciplined
Fuck these n***as for listening when I'm shittin' and pissin'
Like it's a condition, all my n***as is Crippin'
[?] realer than you n***as better get in position
We spit raw like that shit that you whip in the kitchen
In a minute I'm finna fill 'em with venom
Then I'ma send 'em to hell, men and women as well
The way I'm killin' shit they gon' try to send him to jail
Will make him sit in a cell, bitch, I'm gettin' this mail
Every 16 that a n***a spit mean
In this bitch like a fuckin' kerosene spill
Sav Sicc, Bleezo, Twisted Insane
Equipped with the flame, every n***a on my team's ill
Huh, n***a, I've never been a bitch
You dealin' with a militant, n***as'll get they liver split
N***as is just ridiculous, n***a the sickest infamous
Eat n***as up, yeah I'm cold with these sentences
A n***a spittin' ether and I keep a millimeter
Run up on me and get sprayed, huh
But I ain't a bitch either, if you wanna see a
N***a and the hands then we can fade, huh
Yup, I'm a beast and I'm lethal
Feastin' on people, squeeze with the Eagle
Three to your Regal, three of the best on the mic
Muhfucka, I ain't seein' a equal
[Pre-Chorus: Bleezo]
Ugh, this beat slumpin' is tight
It's that shit that goin' bump in the night
I'm rippin' n***as every time we jump on the mic
Call it shitty delivery, take a dump on the mic, n***a
Fuck the world like the love of my life
Thuggin' it tight, put you nugs to the right
Fuck with my family, better run for your life
'cause a grip on this ?thumper?, I'm finna buck, get your light
[Chorus: Sav Sicc]
When things go bump in the night
It don't matter if a n***a got a gun or a knife
When I punch you they won't find you for a couple of nights
When I stab a bitch n***a inside his jugular twice
And motherfuckers love what I write
You a sucka, you ain't never bust slugs in your life
Rip a n***a that bristle with the pistol, if it's a issue
I dismiss you and you hear shells dump in the night
[Verse 3: Bleezo]
Cheah, it's the critical criminal
Fillin' cigarillos with indica, rippin' shit with this pickle
A lyric wizard, stick individuals, the pinnacle
Keep the thickest hoe to nibble my genitals
Renegade, get indo
I grip at identical pistols, infinite benefits
Will go makin' residuals, I ain't fuckin' with it
[?] evicted, the blunted [?] spinach, grippin' this [?]
If a bitch n***a wanna come and get it
C-Way Mafia b'ness, we gettin' riches
If you want it, motherfucker, we can bang
(muhfucker, we can bang)
All the static with automatic and cannons be the
Only way a n***a make it rain
(only way a n***a make it rain)
Runnin' with the bitches that be stuntin' on these n***as
Ain't no frontin', all my killas gettin' paid
(my n***as gettin' paid)
Sav Sicc and Bleezo gunners who partnered with
Twisted Insane, n***as spittin' game
(yeah)
Smoke sticks of the Granddad
We [?] a n***a head like a snapback
It's big fish with the black gat
And if a n***a win, get the knapsack
Yeah, I do it big on these rap cats
Creepin' on motherfuckers with [?] black Mac
One of my n***as is with the shit and we clap mags
Sippin' on Henny, filled with the [?] when we tap that
Yeah, you motherfuckers don't get it twisted
[?]
These bitch n***as can give it the throat
When I cock back, hitting the chrome
We let these hollow tips lift your soul
(the paramedic ?fiddle? your skull)
'cause undisciplined hoes get lifted on dro
And bend the block, clip in the dome
Trip for thinking it's on
Motherfucker get disposed when I roll with the 44
N***a
[Pre-Chorus: Bleezo]
Ugh, this beat slumpin' is tight
It's that shit that goin' bump in the night
I'm rippin' n***as every time we jump on the mic
Call it shitty delivery, take a dump on the mic, n***a
Fuck the world like the love of my life
Thuggin' it tight, put you nugs to the right
Fuck with my family, better run for your life
'cause a grip on this ?thumper?, I'm finna buck, get your light
[Chorus: Sav Sicc]
When things go bump in the night
It don't matter if a n***a got a gun or a knife
When I punch you they won't find you for a couple of nights
When I stab a bitch n***a inside his jugular twice
And motherfuckers love what I write
You a sucka, you ain't never bust slugs in your life
Rip a n***a that bristle with the pistol, if it's a issue
I dismiss you and you hear shells dump in the night
