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Brain Damage - Twisted Insane (Ft. Bleezo & King Iso)
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Brain Damage Twisted Insane (Ft. Bleezo & King Iso)

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Brain Damage - Twisted Insane (Ft. Bleezo & King Iso)
[Intro]
Right here, right here nigga, pull up. Pull up right here
It's the brown one?
Nah, it's that one right there
Come on
Quiet nigga, you walkin' loud than a motherfucka
Damn near tip-toein nigga
IP address said it was this house right here
Don't knock nigga, ring the doorbell nigga; don't knock
Yup
Niggas be woofing all that shit on the internet;
Think niggas won't show up to their motherfuckin' hou...
Here he come..
[door opens]
BRAIN
[gunshot]
Come on nigga
[footsteps]
[car doors slam, engine turns over and tires screech away]

[Verse 1: King I.S.O.]
I'm sick of niggas on the internet
Make a nigga wanna get a TEC
Then I gotta hit him in the neck
Everybody I know I've been a vet
Flow cancerous, whole can and just
Smoke a nigga like a cigarette
Wet him up like sherm nigga
But hold up dawg I ain't finished yet
Brainsick
Niggas always wanna wolf like they banged out
Wanna talk about a nigga but nobody wanna be callin out my name out
Wanna act so hard, til' a nigga find out where you hang out
Then I come through with a four five and I blow a pussy nigga brains out
Now you got a bloodstained couch, you know it's them got a stained blouse
With a man in front of the same house with a clay on like a stake out
You better be duckin', I'm ready to buzz on any nigga like a grayhound
You can even be with yo kids at the playground
Treat the body like a steakhouse, you don't wanna get laid out
Better fuck you all night, tryna hear me with the hate now
It was all cool until I said you better hit my PayPal
Wanna talk shit well guess what I know where you stay now
I don't know why motherfuckas be thinking it's some game nigga
Fuck around and get murdered homie, you dealing with them grave diggers
Niggas ain't no artist with a gun, me and my niggas paint pictures
Owe me, I OD, get popped like some pain killers
Me and my niggas dangerous, pop a nigga in the pancreas
Mad man with a gat man I swear I'm the angriest
Put that man in the trash can with a bag man who you playin' with?
Batman with a catscan? I swear he's on some crazy shit
Damn right
Frankenstein ask me where my screw's at
These niggas ain't psychos, I got paperwork to prove that
Bet my son eat these pussy niggas like some fruit snacks
On the hood, I get up on a nigga head like a doo rag
Shout out to my Loc niggas, where the real Damus at?
Esses, and the Juggalos, Brainiacs where you at?
Ever catch a nigga hating on brainsick, homie, better shoot that motherfucker right in his face like Insane, nigga we do that
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