[Verse 3 - Twisted Insane]
On Elm Street with Freddy Krueger runnin ready Eddy Scissorhands
I know motherfuckers that'll off your baby mama nigga for about a grand
If they really wanna turn around and go and play a bitch move
I can bring the devil right up in your kitchen, you be sweatin'
What the fuck, I thought you was the man
You could be just walkin' hand in hand, I'm in the minivan and I be lurkin'
Pull up on you, roll the window down and I been waiting just to put the work in
It's that Floor Boards, you want more gore?
Pull up on you, hit you with the four door
Got a nigga fiendin' for the horrorcore
And them big fat beef curtains
I was always into dark shit, and them bitches always
Wanna get to know a nigga that was settled different but a
Motherfucker became so heartless
Sit up on the roof and wait about a week to get my target
Talkin' shit'll get you eradicated from the Brain, don't play smart, bitch!
Really? You don't want me, silly-dilly
Hit 'em with the milli, smokin' on the Philly
I be in the corner by myself, lookin' like some nutcase
Bitches always wanna come around a show and give a nigga that fuck face
All they really get is maybe diggin bullets, trash bags and duct tape
Murder, wake 'em up and then I make a nigga swallow bullets
If you wanna go against a demon, I'mma bring it to you in the fullest
Talkin' like he really wanna run on with the ammunition, get to bussin'
I'mma have this motherfucker really fussin' when a nigga pull it
-You don't want that though-
Nigga, that's that sick shit
Shoot 'em up then zip them
In a bag, give toe-tag
Yep nigga, them my victims
Anybody wanna go to battle better ask who you kiddin'
Signed to the BrainSick so I keep it brainsickin'
Nigga, mashin' a bitch's face like potatoes
Feed a nigga more God of War like I'm Kratos
Bussin' 'em and I hit 'em with the fully auto
Then eat 'em up like tomatoes
You know, tom-ah-to, tom-ay-to...
Ever since I was 13, I always knew how to steal cable
We ain't never had a dime and always got handouts and shit
Keep on try'na stand out and shit
They gon' be yellin' "man down" in here, brain!
On Elm Street with Freddy Krueger runnin ready Eddy Scissorhands
I know motherfuckers that'll off your baby mama nigga for about a grand
If they really wanna turn around and go and play a bitch move
I can bring the devil right up in your kitchen, you be sweatin'
What the fuck, I thought you was the man
You could be just walkin' hand in hand, I'm in the minivan and I be lurkin'
Pull up on you, roll the window down and I been waiting just to put the work in
It's that Floor Boards, you want more gore?
Pull up on you, hit you with the four door
Got a nigga fiendin' for the horrorcore
And them big fat beef curtains
I was always into dark shit, and them bitches always
Wanna get to know a nigga that was settled different but a
Motherfucker became so heartless
Sit up on the roof and wait about a week to get my target
Talkin' shit'll get you eradicated from the Brain, don't play smart, bitch!
Really? You don't want me, silly-dilly
Hit 'em with the milli, smokin' on the Philly
I be in the corner by myself, lookin' like some nutcase
Bitches always wanna come around a show and give a nigga that fuck face
All they really get is maybe diggin bullets, trash bags and duct tape
Murder, wake 'em up and then I make a nigga swallow bullets
If you wanna go against a demon, I'mma bring it to you in the fullest
Talkin' like he really wanna run on with the ammunition, get to bussin'
I'mma have this motherfucker really fussin' when a nigga pull it
-You don't want that though-
Nigga, that's that sick shit
Shoot 'em up then zip them
In a bag, give toe-tag
Yep nigga, them my victims
Anybody wanna go to battle better ask who you kiddin'
Signed to the BrainSick so I keep it brainsickin'
Nigga, mashin' a bitch's face like potatoes
Feed a nigga more God of War like I'm Kratos
Bussin' 'em and I hit 'em with the fully auto
Then eat 'em up like tomatoes
You know, tom-ah-to, tom-ay-to...
Ever since I was 13, I always knew how to steal cable
We ain't never had a dime and always got handouts and shit
Keep on try'na stand out and shit
They gon' be yellin' "man down" in here, brain!
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