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twisted insane - fade lyrics

[chorus: redro k!llson & king iso]
i need your fade, n-gg-
you better not close your eyes
when it’s time to die
i need your motherf-ckin’ fade, n-gg-
(fade, n-gg-, fade, n-gg-, fade, n-gg-)
i need your fade, n-gg-
you better not close your eyes
when it’s time to die
i need your motherf-ckin’ fade, n-gg-
(fade, n-gg-)
-b-tch n-gg-, come catch a fade!
-b-tch n-gg-, come catch a fade!
-p-ssy n-gg-, come catch a fade!

[verse 1: qiayz la beastress]
my n-gg-, this trick is all up in my face
talkin’ ’bout she never heard my motherf-ckin’ name
i’m like ‘you, you serious? you never heard qiayz?’
same hoes quartered in my p-ssy every days
same hoes approachin’ me when i get off the stage
i don’t really care how these b-tches know my name
cause i’m k!llin’ ’em anyways
i do not fill up no b-tch, unless it is a b-tch i be whippin’
when i take your b-tch to the ditches
and i take her spirit right outta her feelings
you layin’ and shiverin’, i stomp her chin and that’s
how i make b-tches witness my wickedness
i do not care, i am aware
these b-tches is scared, these n-gg-s is dead
we the new brand, brainsick, n-gg-
where is my head?

[verse 2: king iso]
pullin’ out the liquor that i drink and a ganja
but i’m never wolfin’, you could be what you wanna
ridin’ with the heater, i mean he’s in a sauna
smokin’ like the presidential green to obama
sick of the n-gg-s who wanna be comin’ at me with the drama
i don’t be givin’ a f-ck about anyone, please, you’re a goner
take the body parts are id’s ?said the donor?
but i really want the fade like black jeans in a washer
the dream that’ll haunt ya, if anybody try me though
cause i be on the type of zone that’s ratchet hoes and microphones
you talkin’ till your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen
i don’t know if i could go another day with rifles loaded
jesus, homie, i just quoted, i don’t know what happened
slap a n-gg-, people told me i was only rappin’
caught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin’
blood all over me and don’t n-body know what happened
ghost town gangsta if anybody askin’
ride around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet
fake f-ckboy like a d-ck that’s plastic
he ain’t been seen in a while, ?geoffrey jenkins?
take your b-tch and eat the p-ssy good, messy napkin
see me with a b-tch and take a hit, you better ask him
sick of n-gg-s trippin’ on a b-tch, that’s some wack sh-t
she be gettin’ flipped like a ship with them fractions
sick of n-gg-s wolfin’ on the internet
go dumb on a n-gg-, no intellect
put him in a box like a cigarette
your b-tch wanna chew me like some winterfresh
f-ck you rappin’ -ss n-gg-s, blood, i been a vet
hold up, p-ssy n-gg-, i ain’t finished yet
brainsick, n-gg-, and we been the best
come and meet the devil, n-gg-, in the flesh
n-gg-, catch a fade, n-gg-…

[verse 3: twisted insane]
pull up on ’em with the heater up in the apartment
i don’t wanna be the one to pull it, if i gotta do it, i’mma use the hands
take ’em all up in the back and beat ’em one on one and get ?off in they pants?
i can pull the pistol on ’em but i rather put ’em on the
ground like a man
get up in the van, been around the corner
everybody lookin’ for an -ss whoopin’
take a minute for a n-gg- ?find about? i got the
right and left hook
and you shook when i hop up with nothin’ but hands and you book
and i’m knockin’ motherf-ckers blocks off
these rocks hot and cookin’
lookin’ -ss n-gg-s and b-tches never get up and say sh-t
always on wolfin’ disrespect but never with the brainsick
combination makin’ everybody hit the ground, no ak sh-t
just take ’em in the backyard when they act hard and i slay sh-t
face it, ain’t n-body superman, n-gg-, that’s real sh-t
they run up on a n-gg- like me, they best have grenades
i don’t wanna hear another motherf-ckin’ word about
how you got straps and you clack, that’s bull
b-tch, n-gg-, come catch a fade!

- twisted insane lyrics

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