[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ryan Anthony]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
Brainsick, I’m a fiend, King like Bowser
I was smoking on the green and you catching nosebleeds off the powder
If you wanna banger round yo murder with the thang give me about an hour
Thinking I roll up another for me get in I’ma finish the rest of this power shit
Night time never know when it’s a redrum
Devil roll up on you put the heater in your face and kill you for some breadcrumbs
In too deep like (?) with a broomstick in your rectum
That’s no joke
They’ll cut your throat while jump a rope with your intestines
All because of what you repping
Every night I have a vision
That I’m in a bath filled up with somebody blood
I diagnose I’m most nutty as a cash-you don’t tell me what to do blood all I gotta do is shoot two through yo ass
When nobody miss you went right through with tissue
I hand em my issue and take out the trash, at last
Your face to face with a vampire
Fangs out blood dripping out the right back pocket and I’m damn wired
I’m a different element the president is what I aspire, to be
Then I hit the and street
Run up on em with the heater burner backfire
I do not admire
Ones that be off in that living spot bumping gums
If I was to pull up in a Cadillac and hit em with a battle that’s a promise everybody done
Ain’t no mistaken you facing a sickopatomous
It’s so obvious that you both run
I’m not finna do em and cook em I’ma take on I take all my time bitch I murder for fun
Godzilla shit mixed with King Kong gorilla
I roll up at the front door they running from the realer
The hell with everybody else think sit and have a drink with a killa never was tripping on I put the hit up on the (?), big bag in the villa sickopatomous