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twisted insane - handmade in hell lyrics

[verse 1]
do the dope with the big ammo like rambo, no plan b
cup of tea for my sick ones but the b+tch ones can’t stand me
f+ck around and find out when they want it, they be chewed up like candy
the devil ?must have made? the venom, on the way to k!llin’ n+ggas on a banshee
god d+mn he, sick and tired of rollin’ circles all around the competition
fin’ to hit ’em with the 50, won’t you come and give me, i ain’t got no pot to p+ss in
anybody wanna speak upon the brain gang, then i gotta get ’em
no mercy when they wanna hurt me, if i wasn’t murdered they’ll be in the bottom with us
sick james, give ’em what they want and what they all been waitin’ for
k!llin’ everybody, at this point it really ain’t even debatable
all my life been passed up when they tell me i was unrelatable
25 years still here, everybody else biodegradable (on bloods)
one day they will all fall to the reaper (brain)
they like “why you always comin’ with the dark sh+t?”
in my comments when they wolfin’ wanna start sh+t
they gon’ find out all about this lincoln park sh+t
finally ?fed up? with the godzilla, used to run around and rob n+ggas
?sick of? runnin’ people for they sh+t and then they used to sit around up in a job with it
livin’ all the way up on the edge, not dead so i’m poppin’ it
the reaper’s on his way, lil’ b+tch, ain’t no stoppin’ it
what you got up in the freezer? (ak, ak)
knowin’ every time i’m comin’ i be with the ether (mayday, mayday)
in highschool no cellphone just a beeper (say say, say say)
55 years old in your speakers, subwoofer tweeters
everybody wanna come with that fast flow
that’s bool but i can’t understand half of they ass though
wonder when they come in dissin’ do i gotta rip that ass a new assh0l+
when they only try’na come and catch up and i’m hot as tabasco (b+tch!)
by myself, better watch who you ride with (ride with)
they can be the one you die with (die with)
look around who the one left in a riot (riot)
k!ll ’em all, no more mr. nice guy sh+t
[chorus]
handmade in h+ll
no sleep, dope beat, on the dark side
raised in the mud, no love, they can all die
blood filled with pain, insane, they can all fry
who’s left to come for your neck, when they’ve all tried
handmade in h+ll
homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
homie you will never end up like me (never end up like me, me)
homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
homie you will never end up like me
i was handmade in h+ll
homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
homie you will never end up like me (never end up like me, me)
homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
homie you will never end up like me
i was handmade in h+ll

[verse 2]
dope with a big strap just to back up my demons
time to ride, i don’t care even if it’s time to die, i’m leavin’
i don’t wanna sit around and live another life with no meaning
i would rather run b+tt naked through the firewall full of gasoline and
i mean it, rather be up in the fire burnin’ with the brainsick
it was you would never make it, only gonna fail, i can tell plus you ain’t sh+t
all my life is dedicated provin’ n+ggas wrong, i never had to fake it
i been try’na put me in the race, i’m poppin’ up and then i eat ’em all up like a banquet
unsanctioned, if you wasn’t with the sh+t, what you wanna ride for?
man, we on that one+way to the rivals
no turn around, no stoppin’, n+gga, no gettin’ out, we liable to
get ’em all right now with no chance for survival
i’m so blanca electric, you like havin’ you a deathwish
come get this, i burn ’em up with gasoline
i’m that one that be livin’ deep up in the dark side
got everybody in the car ride, down the way they come smash your team
(smoke, drink, eat, f+ck)
still on the same, ?nut?, run amok, k!ll ’em all, last demon
only when they say “f+ck that, h+ll nah, i don’t need it”
take a look up in the glass ball, i see all your secrets
mind full of black magic, they don’t wanna go in deep and can’t n0body fade him
won’t n0body beat it, better be imbedded deep up in the fabric
you spit that single shot, i spit sh+t automatic
used to be up on the street try’na sell cds hermetic
silly rabbit, love it when i walk up in a room and then they play dead
thought it when i come up in this b+tch you get the basehead
better wake up ‘fore i really put you in the mud so get the f+ck up and then break bread
you already know i got the heat and you don’t wanna get your sheet stained red
real different, brainsick since an infant
ever since i was born all the other kids kept the distance
laugh like a true boss, then stay back when they ass cough
every time they say i fell off i hit ’em right back so vicious i’m
[chorus]
handmade in h+ll
no sleep, dope beat, on the dark side
raised in the mud, no love, they can all die
blood filled with pain, insane, they can all fry
who’s left to come for your neck, when they’ve all tried
handmade in h+ll
homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
homie you will never end up like me (never end up like me, me)
homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
homie you will never end up like me
i was handmade in h+ll
homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
homie you will never end up like me (never end up like me, me)
homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
homie you will never end up like me
i was handmade in h+ll

- twisted insane lyrics

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