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twisted insane - bat outta hell lyrics

[intro:]
yeah, brainsick
(reversed talk)

[verse 1]
bat outta h-ll
bat outta h-ll
face of a demon and i’m fire breathin’ leave ’em tagging an l
mask on my face like monster n-gga no halloween trick
knife in my hands mike myers n-gga no halloween sh-t
i’m in a stolen regal with no gas in it
and a body in the trunk from the night before
drunk and stuck, throwing up, but it sure as f-ck ain’t my first rodeo
i had the babylon on my -ss
they got a place for a n-gga in the backseat
i think it’s time for me to just smash
it’s when a n-gga got you running like a track meet
hopping fences, this suspense is, k!lling me i really don’t wanna be in a pickle
i’d rather be posted up in the crib with h-lla weed but now i’m running from ballistics end up burning like a missile
sh-t i could turn into a phantom on ’em, blend to the night like i was chameleon
i’m underground like a bas-m-nt ghost, but at the same time higher than a ceilin’
f-ck your feelings, you’re talking to the same n-gga who used to be scared of the dark
as a little kid, that was my worst f-cking fear like air is to a shark
you’re f-cking with a werewolf don’t n0body care when you bark
fill them with the rage throw ’em in the cage with the brainsick, tear you apart

[interlude]
these eyes do not see what you and i see
behind these eyes one finds only blackness the absence of light

[hook]
i am like a bat up out of h-ll x4
imma let them have it when i’m busting through the m-sses like a fully automatic x4

[verse 2]
people looking at me funny, never take me for a dummy
even though a n-gga sinnin’, while i’m drinkin’ on my gin
and puffing on the weed again
i’m the realest you pretend, better believe that i be winnin’
mind of a murderer happen to hurt ’em
put ’em in perpendicular body positions up in your furniture
playin’ like it’s a tournament fill ‘em up with the voice of a curse, then put n-ggas up in the fire that’s why i’m burnin’ ’em
it’s twisted insane what the f-ck you mean you haven’t heard of him
you must of been high on shrooms, or living on the moon, or only into bullsh-t rap that be on the radio and i am way too goon
f-ck you all, see you leave the show too soon, how the f-ck you finna dip when i’m the monster in the dark?
f-ck your life, cut with knife, i made incision on your brain like i was dr. heart
with the homies, or by myself, you catch a n-gga on the solo when i’m with the sh-t
claim you pimp, makes me sick, how these n-ggas acting funny when they wit’ they b-tch
you can’t roll one with the homies, you can’t hang around the studio all f-cking night
you can’t hit the club, you can’t stick with thugs, and i can’t go into your house past f-cking light
they say i’m evil, but i’m just living on the dark side of the force, my n-gga
anybody wants to go against a motherf-cker i will k!ll and i will say i’m forced by liquor
nice and easy, nice and greasy, like a b-tch who getting f-cked with no vaseline
i took match that i found up in the back then i looked in your face i spit it with the gasoline

[hook]

yeah, brrrain

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