[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Brainsick!
Anybody want it, I be at 'em with the cannon, felt abandoned all my life till’ people told me that I ain’t shit
Grew up and I get a little older with a chip upon a shoulder, the promoter told me that I was the greatest
Never will they ever be recovering
I put the pressure on 'em bout to vomit when I smother 'em
I wish a nigga would [?] way up in 'em up
And I ain't sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka stuttering
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Always wanna go against the grain
They gon’ nail me to the cross because I represent the Brain
Think it’s funny when some people tryna get me out the game
Ain’t no winning ain’t no pun intended shit is getting strange
Really put your ass up in the pickle when I’m with you niggas cum and split and really give me tickle
What's the issue
I done been against the grain a million times by myself against a million I'll be standin' with the middle
And don’t nobody hold my hand through this shit
Matter fact I’m probably 'bout the only person who think I can do this shit
Get myself up out the super long as I maneuver shit
But Marcus Black told me I’m white Doo Doo shit?
Fuck it I’ma get back on my voodoo shit heard the city and I wiped my ass when I was through with it
People tell me ain't you kind of scared a little bit
Because he got a big ol’ team and people thinking you ain’t doin’ shit
Maybe if I didn’t have a skillset
Never been afraid and never late behind my bills yet
Fuck the nigga way before the hype
Said it then say it now people frown but I found I ain’t killed yet Never have I been a, been a phantom
I bust through up in the pad like I’m crash and the bandit this ain't random
I’ve been waiting up in line to be at him always really with the shit so we gonna have to fucking ban him
I don’t know if he gon’ come at all
Cherrio here we go niggas know he be on Fuck Em All
Here we got some hate I up in him, none at all
Niggas sit by them and think you're stupid and gon' represent a butterball
With the head of pine
Talk and race, niggas thought that they would pass
They were sadly mistaken
I ain’t hating but I’ve been working overtime with the pace
Ain’t no way to get away because the fate can’t be evaded
I’m so belated, live in the house that is gated
Need to thank God that I made it
I’m in the club and I’m getting so faded and dadada, dadada, Oh Fuck I hate it
Fuck!
Brainsick!
Anybody want it, I be at 'em with the cannon, felt abandoned all my life till’ people told me that I ain’t shit
Grew up and I get a little older with a chip upon a shoulder, the promoter told me that I was the greatest
Never will they ever be recovering
I put the pressure on 'em bout to vomit when I smother 'em
I wish a nigga would [?] way up in 'em up
And I ain't sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka stuttering
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Always wanna go against the grain
They gon’ nail me to the cross because I represent the Brain
Think it’s funny when some people tryna get me out the game
Ain’t no winning ain’t no pun intended shit is getting strange
Really put your ass up in the pickle when I’m with you niggas cum and split and really give me tickle
What's the issue
I done been against the grain a million times by myself against a million I'll be standin' with the middle
And don’t nobody hold my hand through this shit
Matter fact I’m probably 'bout the only person who think I can do this shit
Get myself up out the super long as I maneuver shit
But Marcus Black told me I’m white Doo Doo shit?
Fuck it I’ma get back on my voodoo shit heard the city and I wiped my ass when I was through with it
People tell me ain't you kind of scared a little bit
Because he got a big ol’ team and people thinking you ain’t doin’ shit
Maybe if I didn’t have a skillset
Never been afraid and never late behind my bills yet
Fuck the nigga way before the hype
Said it then say it now people frown but I found I ain’t killed yet Never have I been a, been a phantom
I bust through up in the pad like I’m crash and the bandit this ain't random
I’ve been waiting up in line to be at him always really with the shit so we gonna have to fucking ban him
I don’t know if he gon’ come at all
Cherrio here we go niggas know he be on Fuck Em All
Here we got some hate I up in him, none at all
Niggas sit by them and think you're stupid and gon' represent a butterball
With the head of pine
Talk and race, niggas thought that they would pass
They were sadly mistaken
I ain’t hating but I’ve been working overtime with the pace
Ain’t no way to get away because the fate can’t be evaded
I’m so belated, live in the house that is gated
Need to thank God that I made it
I’m in the club and I’m getting so faded and dadada, dadada, Oh Fuck I hate it
Fuck!
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