paroles de chanson Split Up (feat. Firing Squad) - Twisted Insane feat. Firing Squad

Slide through the dark off a night time shit
With a clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up
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 subliminal's
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
Brainsick nigga!
Slide through the dark off a night time shit
With a clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up
Slide through the dark off a night time shit
With the clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up
Comin' to harvest your guts, cuttin' the carcasses up
Eat your flesh and the rest I zip-up
Huh, man I'm gettin' a feeling
Spitzafrenik, get a medic, gonna be makin' a killin'
And try to use a lot of blood when they pull through the building
And making you a piñata watch you hang from the ceilin'
Now watch... As i beat em and peat em
I cut em and gut em i weed em and clean them
I grade them fillet them I even cazeed em
Im evily creepin' I'm leavin' em leakin'
Yeah I'ma sever their veins
Be clever remember I'ma smother their brains
Then they wanna fear the sync of the lyrical chain
Firing Squad, Brain Sick yeah remember the name
So back-y the fuck up before I go chunk em
Cause i got no time to just mess with you twats
Unless you wanna get it,
Going kamikaze with it I'ma catch your
Body with it cause you're here to get shot
Dead on the spot cause the art form they losin'
Or let them just rot cause we often just rude to em
I'm causing contusions they off in illusion
We constantly bruisin; them thats what we do to em
So i just lash at their face and I grab the duct
Tape and a sign to explain to them I'm simply amazing
I step on the stage and I get
Really iller, yeah I play with his cranium
A lot of people wonder if i took it too
Far but i tell em hell naw man this ain't shit
A lot of people told me that i need to go in switch
But i tell em hell naw cause i gotta stay sick Brainsick!
Slide through the dark off a night time shit
With a clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up
Slide through the dark off a nighttime shit
With a thirty four fifths in next time i lever
Tryna chop em til' they coughin' use a formic as a box
Gonna bounce off when they talk or when hands they don't shiver
Spray blood on the picture get a religion for my dinner
While sicker than chewin' faces off of bath salt thinners
Murder fitzginner
Blood on my head and the shadow's
Little blunt lit lurkin' on beginners
Chop em into pieces
Never really had a relationship so almost had it blooded it was jesus
True will the meager for the shank to the geekin'
Yeah sick for the pre-fit or put the blaze to the deacon
Sick for a reason
Rolled in lovin' I'ma sit out at the nutter when i was fightin' with
My demons so i can tango with defeat em with the coffins will oblete
Em for the music that was finna top
They got me really leakin', beastin'!
Man they dock for the look of my face think these drugs just kicked in
Brainsick from this coke and this weed and
This drink so I think I'ma pull some sick shit
Explicit is when the secret is to overdose
Took in the doe for the bros so they don't bleed or boast
Sharpen his flows out of his head that says to break the ball
Catch em in the dark or let it spark or let it eat their soul
I'm outa control, and my mouth's fucked up words on some literal shit
They go tether will split up and have fun to
Kick it think it's safe to baff include the evidence
Creep in the residence, sicko
When I have conversations with my stainless
And I can warn you about the premeditation
But they still go brainless while the squad go "Brainsick"