[Intro]
I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you
If I ever see you here again, you die
And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your Johnson
Excuse me?
I said, we cut off your Johnson!
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Knew it from the get
The homie told me you so fake
Imma go and get it imma keep it independent
While you sit and wait
I will get up every day and stand in front of liquor store the only way
Shit I always keep it on me, I will never let you muthafuckas seal my fate
Any minute I will get to swingin', ain't nobody bringin' heaters in my face
He never wakin' up from this im fuckin sick
I bit em what you think it was a dream
Imma take his soul and put it in the bag and homie, ain't nobody on the case
Homicide are comin' in this muthafucka to investigate the murder scene
Fuck 'em all, I walk up in the house [I got the rula?]
Found somebody sleepin' on the couch
I woke 'em up and told 'em I' about to leave 'em hollow
Then I put the pistol in his mouth and got 'em off to catch another muthafucka swallow
Watch the body hit the floor and then I hit the window and i'm makin' sure nobody follow
Go ahead and come and get me, I ain't hard to find; showtime the Apollo
I be laughing at
Lookin' at 'em in the face when they realize they fucked up
Don't begin to cry thinkin' maybe 'cause I will have no sorrow
Just the last demon in your face laughin' at your pain, nigga like what's up?
I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you
If I ever see you here again, you die
And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your Johnson
Excuse me?
I said, we cut off your Johnson!
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Knew it from the get
The homie told me you so fake
Imma go and get it imma keep it independent
While you sit and wait
I will get up every day and stand in front of liquor store the only way
Shit I always keep it on me, I will never let you muthafuckas seal my fate
Any minute I will get to swingin', ain't nobody bringin' heaters in my face
He never wakin' up from this im fuckin sick
I bit em what you think it was a dream
Imma take his soul and put it in the bag and homie, ain't nobody on the case
Homicide are comin' in this muthafucka to investigate the murder scene
Fuck 'em all, I walk up in the house [I got the rula?]
Found somebody sleepin' on the couch
I woke 'em up and told 'em I' about to leave 'em hollow
Then I put the pistol in his mouth and got 'em off to catch another muthafucka swallow
Watch the body hit the floor and then I hit the window and i'm makin' sure nobody follow
Go ahead and come and get me, I ain't hard to find; showtime the Apollo
I be laughing at
Lookin' at 'em in the face when they realize they fucked up
Don't begin to cry thinkin' maybe 'cause I will have no sorrow
Just the last demon in your face laughin' at your pain, nigga like what's up?
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