paroles de chanson Ken and Ryus Massacre - Twisted Insane feat. ISO

Woke up in a good mood, but I got a phone call from blood
Telling me bullshit 'bout a nigga wanna get deep in the funk
How is this man, they get me pissed, when I only show love
That's the type of shit that make a
Nigga wanna pull that heat from the trunk
I am different type of nigga that be waiting for you in your living
Room bring you to your doom, motherfucker whom is you kiddin'?
They don't wanna go to war,
Put the nigga's brain fragments on the ceilin'
Don't take my life, tell my wife hide the children
Phony, niggas acting like a motherfucker really know me
Go to war, homie bring the .44 like it's Xbox on Sony
My sight got him with the red dot, aim right at they dome
Hit them with the chrome,
I got more where that came from, that's on me
I'm a pistol poppin', poltergeist, and puppet master,
Puffin' purple puff a puff, bottles bustin', barely breathin'.
Beat 'em, buck 'em, but I'm Boolin' back and Brackin', motherfucker
Nuff of the talk time to match wits
Which one did I poison? Should I drink? Did he switch it?
Every time I wanna go to war I got 'em runnin' like a motherfucker
Put him up against it murder man and they
Gon' have to find tha body part up in a ditch
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Run up on a heavy with the fuckin' MAC-11
Take a nigga heart, right out middle killing what now
Duck down for the ground and do you really wanna come get to flexing
Blood I'm built for this shit
Looking at everything a nigga done built brain I'd kill for this shit
Do we have a problem? Do we gotta put the millimeter to your noggin
Blow your memories out, then we leave out broad daylight joggin'
From you novice
[Turn a nigga 6 months old call it carp fish,
Melt 'em black?
] As if they coming heavy and we put 'em in a creek no Dawson
Quit talkin' bitch Y'all is just targets, 'cause ruckus
The one who dat doesn't apply to, me make anything
My dick please get off it,
Your bitch leaves it softened, I'm in it ISO so intriguin' author
I don't have any sense left
I will put a bullet in chest
Lift a nigga like a bench press
Looking like you're born of incest
Like Johnny my shit's in-depth (Depp)
We 'bout to bubble like its meth
Run up on him with the semtex
Really I'm not impressed
What you really wanna say the run will have a hero
When you're rapping to me in the parking lot have no interest
Hurry up I gotta get up in this fucking vehicle to get up in this
Lil pussy waiting for me with the 100 man the bitch is tremendous
I'm a-fucking-mazing, when it's coming to the racing
I be swimming through you niggas and I'm
Winning like I'm Michael Phelps in Beijing
No chasing no niggas up in here it's
On the roof and bitches aim Things(?)
Pull up on a nigga that get at me hit
'Em with it, let you niggas do the gay thing
No faking
On the real shit like I'm artificial for the base G (?)
Oops I mean bath salts
I'm an asshole,
Shits I'm taking on anybody that be
Steady coming with the bullshit MJ Team I'm dope
Put him in a hole like an 8 ball, no MJG
WHAT'S BRACKIN'?
You don't wanna be the one to run up on a nightmare
Night time Nah I'm finna push a nigga might fly with a MAC-10
Hop back in then be around the corner
Clack-clack with the strap and
Watch brains drip it's the brainsick,
Niggas ain't shit, matter fact when I
Run up on him and I
Catch him in the parking lot, like: "What's up?"
Shit I'm sick, it'll be your worst day, you thought you had nuts
Niggas never really knew what he was dealing
With and like a dealers, stack get cut homie now
Now what's about to be the last thing
You see 'fore you cut blood you stuck
In a sticky situation like a bitch and I'll be with her penetrating
And I don't really give a shit if niggas
Hating homie where the fuck are you insinuating
Bet you niggas always tripping
I'mma get to take the boobies suck
And fuck I really don't know, pity tho
Tripping on a bitch, end a nigga that quick video, just
End it
Different nigga wanna get defended, suspended
Like a whip out my nigga bounce out with the brand new suspension
Got tension, pull the MAC out, blackout, leave no witness
When I get this like a pat down restaurant give you da business
Hey Twisted
Quit his Brackin everybody slackin' ain't nobody
Rappin' like a devolution (?) homie you pollution
When I pull up on 'em bustin' with the MAC you better get you back up
When I'm at your back and they don't wanna come and see what's in my
Sack and niggas at your back door with a fat bowl and a Henny
Bottle on my lap I put you on a
Raincheck and that will be the little bit
Who really wanna say shit [?] I can run up to to the nigga,
Muthafucka wanna step up to the pain?
They don't wanna piece of a hunter
Beast, undefeated when I'm on the range
Ain't nobody wanna go against the best
Put me to the test and I'm always game, nigga that's brain