Текст песни Stompin In My Chuck T's ft Guaran T - Twisted Insane

Shoot to kill
(Nigga shoot to kill)

Are you sick?

Why do you ask?

You look sick

I am sick

You take medicine?

There is no medicine for what I have

Bustin′ a slug got yo cranium split
Dumpin em at yo watermelon leavin' a nigga
Fucked up while his ass (runnin′) like a felon
It ain't no game
And a nigga name Insane
I'm dumpin′ em at yo fuckin′ brain
Never smokin' that cocaine
I like to smoke the green
And I′m off of the bomb weed that have you fucked
Walkin' around stuntin′ like zombies
Nigga [kanga?] hang ya
Fuckin' around when I jump a nigga
Fuckin′ around when I "[?]" huh
I ain't no joke nigga
I like to smoke niggas leaving a nigga fucked up
(Quite smoking on my roast nigga)
It's the way that I approach niggas
That make em a nervous wreck
Better hit what I′m smoking on nigga
To keep yo nerves in check
Up in the way and the stomach having you vomit mucous "[?]"
Suck on tampons, that′s why these bitches think I'm Troy Louis
I likes to fuck hoes booties
Yours truly Frankenstein
Diggin′ into yo beef curtains till you bleedin' from behind
And I′m

Stompin in my chuck T's
(Mmmm, mmm, yeah
Stompin In My Chuck T′s (Nigga,
This motherfuckin' nigga trying to get my shit [prepared?] nigga)
Stompin In My Chuck T's (Every motherfuckin′ day
Nigga I be stompin′ in these motherfuckers, nigga)
Stompin In My Chuck T's
It ain′t not game homie
Let 'em know
Stompin In My Chuck T′s

Niggas thought that I meant nothing
You gotta know, know when to hold 'em,
When to fold ′em and know when to bluff 'em
If you show "[???]" and you know you gotta dump 'em
I track it, pack it,
Then keep to the streets till you know you gotta bump ′em
Any (body) one of you motherfuckers "[thinks you ]"
Holdin′ that assumption my body "[?]" a hoe "[?]" tell that bitch
If it ain't daily, it ain′t maybe, it ain't nothing
From the "[?]" table
Niggas wanna wage war and threaten "[?]" this kitchen
But see I ain′t sweatin' this pots in this kitchen but few can chef it
Spit lyrics and a few can test it I jot the lyrics that a few contest
Game on your side I just came for your stride
Fuckin′ got it nigga
Run with it
I got something your monkey ass want nigga
Come get it
Tryna do dat, nigga I done did it (done did it)
Get wigs split

Stompin In My Chuck T's
(What these motherfuckers don't understand
Nigga is you′ve been...) Stompin In My Chuck T′s
(We'll mash on you homie you you know what I′m
Saying we'll fuck you up nigga) Stompin In My Chuck T′s
(When you bleed nigga no remorse no remorse when we
Bust no remorse when we "[?]") Stompin In My Chuck T's
(San Diego, California riders nigga)
Stompin In My Chuck T′s

Bustn' at niggas with the heat and rocker
Knockin' ′em off they pedestool my shit is sick
Leavin′ yo nuts cooked like vegetables
Hoppin' a moment a "[?]" with the AK
Leavin′ a niggas wife screamin' (my babay my babay?)
That′s what you say when I was cold on the night train
Fuckin' em up eating bloody duck-like Chinese man
And you really do not wanna run up on a real monster
Up in the cut like I′m Chewbaccah
Stickin' a dick up in they "[?]"
Creepin' through the dark
With a mini MAC-10 and straps galore
You think you′re packing heat but because I′m packing more
Cause I'm the one that "[?
]" run up on niggas and hit em with
"[?]" watch a nigga while I play the fiddle
I got a fuckin′ riddle for the one that asked the question
He was a man, but that night he felt like an adolescent
Cause niggas get they brain split off in the brainsick
Quit talking your "[?]" bitch and just pay this
And I was

(Hook: Twisted Insane)
Stompin In My Chuck T's (mmm)
Stompin In My Chuck T′s (nigga we do this
Motherfucking shit every day nigga, daily)
Stompin In My Chuck T's (Stompin in
My motherfuckin green Chuck T′s nigga)
Stompin In My Chuck T's (It ain't
No, It ain′t no game nigga let ′em know)
Stompin In My Chuck T's