Sick Thoughts Twisted Insane (Ft. Dikulz, King Iso & Omega Sin)

[Intro]
Abstract on the beat

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I wake up to whatever sick thought pops in my head
Brainsick!
I don't give a shit about what the doctors have said
I may sleep til three in the afternoon
Then wake up still drunk
Talk shit to this lil' bitch, and then I ash out my blunt
Born brazy, my twisted thoughts are hangin' covered in blood
And some say I'm a little coo-coo then its off with they nuts
Get the fuck out my face I'm erasing my foes
I blow that bomb ass weed
And step to the door with the gold .44 and folded gold khakis
Everybody gon' riff there ain't no love
I still eat gum and cheese
You hugging that ho like she gon' squeeze him
That's that one bitch please
I don't give a fuck 'bout what she say blood its yo life so live
I turn one negative to a positive for the empty clip
And nobody in front of me 'finna' be giving me no kinda slap
When it come to this shit
Nigga's is busting your mental not telling you whether you're better that's whether you grip
Brainsick!
I'm lit to the face and space, I'm in between
I-I am Twisted Insane and this has been my sweet sixteen