Split Up Twisted Insane (Ft. Firing Squad)

Hook x4
Slide through the dark off a night time shit with a clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up

Verse 1 (Twisted Insane)
Slide through the dark off a night time shit with a clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up
Brains in my plate and I play with this food 'fore I eat it for the moment I am sick I get up
Knife in 'em and I'm on a mission in the middle of the night when everybody put their babies off to sleep
I be lurkin all up in the mental while they mention me whenever I be takin motherfuckers off their feet
Double it when I be coming and flippin and gonna be poppin at everybody that wanna go up against me
Niggas already tempt me
To put a bullet in your menoodle
Send you to funeral trippin up off a Bentley
Fuck your life! Conversation is minimal
People tellin me that my music is sendin you subliminals
Sick of livin in slums and how you bumpin your gums a motherfucker keep wolfin I'm rippin off niggas' genitals
Better make way when the Reaper come, I told you niggas all the visions that are right around the corner!
He comin for you it don't matter where you from, I was born and raised in San Diego California
With the fully auto with me and I'm off that shit
Put 1 up in you or 2 up in you or 3 up in you or 4 up in you
I'm finna fill you with bullets or how you runnin back to the captain I'm wonderin why them motherfuckers said you a fool with it
Feelin like I was soon hades the frontal poppin the carnival looking into your soul
Say you looked around the world and couldn't find me...
I was up in the pitcher house smokin upon a bowl
I was up in the murder fest I was up on a roll
Fill em with bullet holes then I gotta get away quick
People they wanna wolf and they gettin put in a hole
Niggas they wanna switch but I'm always keepin it sick
Brainsyck nigga!