Bat Outta Hell Twisted Insane
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[Intro:]
Yeah, Brainsick
(Reversed talk)
[Verse 1]
Bat outta hell
Bat outta hell
Face of a demon and I'm fire breathin' leave 'em tagging an L
Mask on my face like monster nigga no Halloween trick
Knife in my hands Mike Myers nigga no Halloween shit
I'm in a stolen Regal with no gas in it
And a body in the trunk from the night before
Drunk and stuck, throwing up, but it sure as fuck ain't my first rodeo
I had the Babylon on my ass
They got a place for a nigga in the backseat
I think it's time for me to just smash
It's when a nigga got you running like a track meet
Hopping fences, this suspense is, killing me I really don't wanna be in a pickle
I'd rather be posted up in the crib with hella weed but now I'm running from ballistics end up burning like a missile
Shit I could turn into a phantom on 'em, blend to the night like I was chameleon
I'm underground like a basement ghost, but at the same time higher than a ceilin'
Fuck your feelings, you're talking to the same nigga who used to be scared of the dark
As a little kid, that was my worst fucking fear like air is to a shark
You're fucking with a werewolf don't nobody care when you bark
Fill them with the rage throw 'em in the cage with the Brainsick, tear you apart
Yeah, Brainsick
(Reversed talk)
[Verse 1]
Bat outta hell
Bat outta hell
Face of a demon and I'm fire breathin' leave 'em tagging an L
Mask on my face like monster nigga no Halloween trick
Knife in my hands Mike Myers nigga no Halloween shit
I'm in a stolen Regal with no gas in it
And a body in the trunk from the night before
Drunk and stuck, throwing up, but it sure as fuck ain't my first rodeo
I had the Babylon on my ass
They got a place for a nigga in the backseat
I think it's time for me to just smash
It's when a nigga got you running like a track meet
Hopping fences, this suspense is, killing me I really don't wanna be in a pickle
I'd rather be posted up in the crib with hella weed but now I'm running from ballistics end up burning like a missile
Shit I could turn into a phantom on 'em, blend to the night like I was chameleon
I'm underground like a basement ghost, but at the same time higher than a ceilin'
Fuck your feelings, you're talking to the same nigga who used to be scared of the dark
As a little kid, that was my worst fucking fear like air is to a shark
You're fucking with a werewolf don't nobody care when you bark
Fill them with the rage throw 'em in the cage with the Brainsick, tear you apart
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