Flame Broil Twisted Insane
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[Verse 1]
Blasted, psychopathic
I'm a nigga that was in the ghetto with the 40 bottle and some rack shit
No mattress, just a pillow on it with ahead of a couple different tactics
They don't wanna know what I be doin' steady with the machete, so graphic
Nigga that's it, bullets sent to make 'em backflip, gone whizzin' by
Hurry up, I better dive behind this Chevy, I don't wanna get hit and die
This motherfucker cuckoo man, Dooku with hidden ties
I was standing at the front door so it ain't no more gettin' by
Better get the fuck up out my face, I don't really play
You can talk about it, but I be about it, I will pull up on 'em, middle of the day
Hop out with the K, we didn't really hear you on the phone, now what you gotta say?
When they get the backtracking, I be laughing at 'em, I will seal your fate
[Pre-Chorus]
I would never pull up in race, soil
I've come a long way from makin' pipes out of tin foil
Too hot get up out the kitchen, no season, no oil
Put 'em all up in the oven then I burn 'em up, nigga, flame broil
[Chorus]
Can't stand the heat? Then get out
Kitchen is cooked, might be too hot in this bitch
Can't stand the heat? Then get out
The kitchen is cooked, might be too hot in this bitch
Can't stand the heat? Then get out
I don't give two fucks if you thought you was an elite
If you can't take the heat then get out
(Flame broil)
Blasted, psychopathic
I'm a nigga that was in the ghetto with the 40 bottle and some rack shit
No mattress, just a pillow on it with ahead of a couple different tactics
They don't wanna know what I be doin' steady with the machete, so graphic
Nigga that's it, bullets sent to make 'em backflip, gone whizzin' by
Hurry up, I better dive behind this Chevy, I don't wanna get hit and die
This motherfucker cuckoo man, Dooku with hidden ties
I was standing at the front door so it ain't no more gettin' by
Better get the fuck up out my face, I don't really play
You can talk about it, but I be about it, I will pull up on 'em, middle of the day
Hop out with the K, we didn't really hear you on the phone, now what you gotta say?
When they get the backtracking, I be laughing at 'em, I will seal your fate
[Pre-Chorus]
I would never pull up in race, soil
I've come a long way from makin' pipes out of tin foil
Too hot get up out the kitchen, no season, no oil
Put 'em all up in the oven then I burn 'em up, nigga, flame broil
[Chorus]
Can't stand the heat? Then get out
Kitchen is cooked, might be too hot in this bitch
Can't stand the heat? Then get out
The kitchen is cooked, might be too hot in this bitch
Can't stand the heat? Then get out
I don't give two fucks if you thought you was an elite
If you can't take the heat then get out
(Flame broil)
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