Machine Gun Twisted Insane (Ft. Spice 1)

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[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Here they come of a pound of Bud
Swisher sweet, Hennessy, it sounds absurd
Knock niggas' noodles all around the curb
Hold the Mack 10 and watch it pound they nerves
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If niggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
Fillin up out of the funk with a black and a black, two foes on lack
Never let a bitch fall off, my nigga better keep your ho on track
Man I thought it was Halloween, it was so many tricks out here treatin
So many candy ass niggas out here trickin off every weekend
And niggas be holdin them heaters but shit on themselves before it get real
I be makin them out of believers when I put the brandishing to steel
Niggas vanishing for real, disappearing in the wind
Evaporating motherfuckers with .45 for fucking up (my in?)
Chimpanzee ass niggas tryn to fuck with a King Kong
Banana clip will spill out and fill it in your ding dong
International, wear my bulletproof vest like it's a fashion show
Spiceberg Slim, cold as a motherfuckin Alaskan tho
50-1-50, I can even show you the papers
Kill a nigga, have ya really ghost ridin the scraper
50-1-50, I can even show you the papers
Kill a nigga, have ya real ghost ridin the scraper