[Intro: Twisted Insane & Dubbz]
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm unfuckwitable
When I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm unfuckwitable
When I tell you kill everyone in your house
[Verse 1: Dubbz]
I'ma hurt 'em desert 'em
Put 'em where the dirt is, he's worthless torched up
Call it the burnt biz
No, he didn't deliver the dividend
I keep it in tight like a [Ritalin?]
I seeking it up
Confining myself in this mixed up world that we're living in
That are driven in
When I spit and The Ripper then do it the grim
While repping the hoodie get holding the sick and they here for the voice that are me (Finish him)
I'm barely giving in
I only perform if you let all the women in
You see my synonym, coming hot out the mouth like it's dripping in cinnamon
You see, I'm getting it in
I live for the sin, the way to begin
I'm keeping it old-school, we gangster
I carry the rusty tin
So tell me again, are you thuggin' with six of us busting in?
No discussion, give a concussion, rebel for music I lust within
I keeping the come-up, we cooking it up and then bubbled they're right out the oven
You loving the way that I'm serving my fiends because and without 'em I wouldn't be nothing
They dope but my flow sick
Make 'em say oh shit
Taking they whole grit, fuck all that slow shit
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm unfuckwitable
When I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm speaking in tongues when I tell you to kill everyone in your house
I'm unfuckwitable
When I tell you kill everyone in your house
[Verse 1: Dubbz]
I'ma hurt 'em desert 'em
Put 'em where the dirt is, he's worthless torched up
Call it the burnt biz
No, he didn't deliver the dividend
I keep it in tight like a [Ritalin?]
I seeking it up
Confining myself in this mixed up world that we're living in
That are driven in
When I spit and The Ripper then do it the grim
While repping the hoodie get holding the sick and they here for the voice that are me (Finish him)
I'm barely giving in
I only perform if you let all the women in
You see my synonym, coming hot out the mouth like it's dripping in cinnamon
You see, I'm getting it in
I live for the sin, the way to begin
I'm keeping it old-school, we gangster
I carry the rusty tin
So tell me again, are you thuggin' with six of us busting in?
No discussion, give a concussion, rebel for music I lust within
I keeping the come-up, we cooking it up and then bubbled they're right out the oven
You loving the way that I'm serving my fiends because and without 'em I wouldn't be nothing
They dope but my flow sick
Make 'em say oh shit
Taking they whole grit, fuck all that slow shit
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