[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I black out every time I overdose up off of liquor
I'm fucking up my liver but at least I got my spleen
No more drunk driving all up in the ditches on a mission
Tryna get it with the bitches on my team
I wish you bitches death and they tell me never do it
But I do it every time you hoes do get up on my nerves
Spendin' hours in the mirror on yo make up then you walkin'
Out I see you lookin' like a fuckin' ratchet bird
I'm an Android, motherfuck an iPhone
All you bitches die slow, what I gotta lie fo', nigga?
Blindfold, get up out the mic room, what the fuck you
Rhyme fo'? Bet you that my chrome's sicker
Bet you wish you would've stayed at home right now though huh?
I can tell ya bitch she wish she had a mouthful cum huhm?
Walked up in the room fee fi fo fum
Won't you stick my testicle up in ya mouth and hummmm
But I'm all up in this game and takin' shit like its a burglary
Where the fuck you livin', ho, you bitches haven't heard of me
I been doin' shit since half you niggas was in elementary
I murder all ya favorite rappers in the first degree
Fuck this maggot-ass, ragged-ass, swagger rap
Catch him at a show and get to swingin' like a battle ax (battle ax)
Run up on me rat-a-tat, (rat-a-tat)
Smoking so much think I got some cataracts
Hey batter batter-bat, I would really rather that
We put down the weapon just so I can really beat you up
If I pull a burner Imma heat you up
Take you out the oven, little butter then I eat you up
Take you and I bury you in grass (grass)
Maybe Imma leave some for my pit (pit)
Told you we would get into that ass
You could back up but you wanna represent the sick, BRAIN!
I black out every time I overdose up off of liquor
I'm fucking up my liver but at least I got my spleen
No more drunk driving all up in the ditches on a mission
Tryna get it with the bitches on my team
I wish you bitches death and they tell me never do it
But I do it every time you hoes do get up on my nerves
Spendin' hours in the mirror on yo make up then you walkin'
Out I see you lookin' like a fuckin' ratchet bird
I'm an Android, motherfuck an iPhone
All you bitches die slow, what I gotta lie fo', nigga?
Blindfold, get up out the mic room, what the fuck you
Rhyme fo'? Bet you that my chrome's sicker
Bet you wish you would've stayed at home right now though huh?
I can tell ya bitch she wish she had a mouthful cum huhm?
Walked up in the room fee fi fo fum
Won't you stick my testicle up in ya mouth and hummmm
But I'm all up in this game and takin' shit like its a burglary
Where the fuck you livin', ho, you bitches haven't heard of me
I been doin' shit since half you niggas was in elementary
I murder all ya favorite rappers in the first degree
Fuck this maggot-ass, ragged-ass, swagger rap
Catch him at a show and get to swingin' like a battle ax (battle ax)
Run up on me rat-a-tat, (rat-a-tat)
Smoking so much think I got some cataracts
Hey batter batter-bat, I would really rather that
We put down the weapon just so I can really beat you up
If I pull a burner Imma heat you up
Take you out the oven, little butter then I eat you up
Take you and I bury you in grass (grass)
Maybe Imma leave some for my pit (pit)
Told you we would get into that ass
You could back up but you wanna represent the sick, BRAIN!
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