paroles de chanson In the Wind - Twisted Insane

Mhmm (mhmm)
That's real (that's real)
It's so amazing you feel me
It's so amazing y'all feel me on this
Man I need y'all to feel me on this nigga whatever you
Gotta do to feel me on this motherfucker you know what I'm...
Take your glass or motherfuckin drink
Nigga get your motherfuckin weed like...
Ay, ay, ay let 'em know who you is homie

That nigga that's ready to eat ya
Smokin' the weed and take off of the heat
Niggas that know about Twisted Insane
When I'm up in the wind that's how fast you can see
Hit 'em with two and then one to the noggin
Jumpin' on niggas like I was Bin Laden
I got to get [under?] these bodies and coffins
Finally somebody that's sicker is droppin'
Puttin' these bodies in bed when I pop 'em
I "[?]" like I was Christopher Walken
In the city "[?]"
Run up on niggas that think about talkin' about what they was talkin'
"[???]"
Whose that nigga walkin'
Twisted Insane bitch
And I feed yo brain bitch
Don't fuck around when you come to the house
Because I eat yo brain bitch (that's brainsick, hmm)
Yeah you could say that again
You better go tell the Vatican that I'ma have to get the VAD again
Doin' every "[?]" on deck
So nigga fuck Anakin cause I'm
Darth Vader (Luke, come to the dark side)
150 seconds later all these marks die
Then I was smashin' away flag hangin' in the dark

Cause we can get our rap on
No we can get our scrap on
Catch fade in the wind

And bitch you will get scared up
Nigga get ya bars up

And yes I can bend you
But I would rather send you walkin' in the wind
Bitch you ain't no hooker
Ho do somethin'

But I got the bitch that help me get this [strip?] and get paid
Hit 'em one after another like a ill planned hand grenade
Then live with that nigga Dave, and leavin' that nigga fucked
Growin' up in the circle like duck, duck, duck, duck
Goose, and I'm offa juice, that OE
And you actin' like you really know me (hmm)
Bitch please
Then what's a nigga name
These bitches will do anything to fuck with the Twisted Insane
Like give me major brains
This is a major thang
Fuckin' these bald head bitches is lookin' like they major pain
Gold tooth in everything
No change up in they purse
Bitches is only choppin' blacks so make arrangements for they hearse
I spittin' this shit behind a microphone with no rehearse
And homie I spit that [daygo?] shit in every every every verse
So bitch you better recognize my name
And I'm already a legend in this game
And you know what (what's that nigga)

Cause we can get our rap on
No we can get our scrap on
Catch fade in the wind

And bitch you will get scared up
Nigga get ya bars up

And yes I can bend you
But I would rather send you walkin' in the wind

Bitch you ain't no hooker
Ho do somethin'

Run up and murderin' niggas up under the heat when I bang
I'm takin' 'em off in the heat when I bang
I look around corners "[?]" these niggas is lookin' for me
My [Beverly Hill?] niggas be lookin' for death
Tell me if anyone comin' to creep
And I'll be right here trippin' off of the beat
The hook in the way [of the?] gauge
And [lookin' for?] women for so many days
Tell me if anyone throwin' grenades
Stickin' my heat in 'em and then
I'ma proceed to just blow out they brains
Fuck 'em and dookie just spit out the loogie
He shoulda just thought about pumpin' them brakes
Whatever it takes
I'm feelin' that nigga ho that I'm no buster
Caught 'em in the alley sippin' to death
And broker than a motherfucker
And I would just sip "[?]" braincells
Juice and the shit for water [that's
Worth?] a "[?]" hanging like a hangnail
You's a cold mothafucker
Deathless body in the gutter
Then I told his ass to shutter
Did I stu stu stu stutter
So I had to make him bleed
Make him beg on his knees
Cause he bang fucked her
Mothafuckin' enemy
Cause what homie?

Cause we can get our rap on
No we can get our scrap on
Catch fade in the wind