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twisted insane - joe jackson/ consigliere lyrics

[intro: twisted insane]
fuck that b-tch
gimme a bottle and a porno, nigga
ha, ha, ha…

[verse 1: twisted insane]
jump up in the pussy like a pogo
stickin’, makin’ b-tches wanna fuck me when i greet ’em
come into my room and you will step into your doom
if it’s a baby in your womb, i think it’s prolly ’bout to beat ’em
bring your baby daddy too, i really wanna meet him
take him in a room and tell him how i had your feet up
tell him holy-moly how a nigga had my poll-y
stirrin’ in your guacamole, she’s a fine seniorita
playin’ with the pussy while she’s suckin’ on my peter
lay down on your back, i’m ’bout to eat a enchilada
i don’t like to talk, but i really want to walk
you be fuckin’ with ewoks, my d-ck is bigger than chubacca
man down, man down, someone caught a body
walked up in that b-tch and hit a nigga with the shotty
daniel san-in’ motherfuckers like i know karate
doin’ shit that make you think i was trained by mr. miyagi
?on the? club but i be hella picky on my weed
comin’ around with a bomb, better run, that reggie bush indeed
push up on you niggas like a bear and i attack ’em
blocka-blocka with the mac and put you b-tches on the street
i’m comin’ in your window when your family go to sleep
you think i’m bluffin’? go ahead, believe it’s only talk
i may now put the trigger down and punch you in your liver then i body slam a nigga like the animal in hulk
you won’t win a – war against a nigga that’s demonic and i’m on it well ain’t that about a b-tch
niggas think it’s music and they get off of the fluid thinkin’ i won’t do it till they momma found up in a ditch
trigger finger really startin’ to feel a fuckin’ itch
any minute you gon’ find out you was dealin’ with a psycho
niggas always get to wishin’ wolfin’ with the yap
till i take ’em in the back and beat a nigga like he michael
joe jackson

[hook x8]
get yo -ss whooped like a nigga joe jackson
(niggas always get to wishin’ wolfin’ with the yap
till i take them in the back and beat a nigga like he michael
joe jackson)

[verse 2: jarren benton]
hit a motherucker with the -ss of the mossberg
nigga you been geeking all day off of cough syrup
nigga you ain’t real you are all worse
whoop a nigga’s -ss in the back of a walmert
ah, my bad i mean wal-mart
i’ll do a drive by on a golf cart
ten o’clock when i bend the block
crack a motherfucker’s skull with a cinderblock (ha!)
take a nigga’s life, put him in a box
b-tches on my d-ck because i’m in a drop
ran into a nigga, wanna call the cops?
told you niggas i am so unorthodox
murder, murder, murder on the drop of a needle
heavy metal stuck to my side like magneto
k!ll a rapper, put him in the trunk of a regal
i don’t give a fuck if the nigga know aikido
slip a whole kilo, my amigo then i reload
pow, shoot a nigga’s eyeball through a peephole
hang with the aliens, stitch and lilo
what you know about the maniac in a mink coat
pow, push you nigga’s wig back like chemo
leave them with the dolphins, dan marino
the dope that we towed came from san bernardino
bullet seep through a nigga’s skin like a aveeno
money talk, baby, like cough syrup nino
we be getting to it like your money [?]
fuck it, i’m the ego when i launch a torpedo
haters suck a d-ck through a leopard printed speedo
time for some action, nigga what’s crackin’?
first hater act, he gon’ get a reaction
twisted gon’ slap him or jarren gon’ clap him
i’ll whoop a nigga’s -ss like joseph-walter-jackson

[hook x8]
get yo -ss whooped like a nigga joe jackson
(niggas always get to wishin’ wolfin’ with the yap
till i take them in the back and beat a nigga like he michael joe jackson)

[verse 3 (consigliere): twisted insane]
comin’ at ’em with an ak, holla ‘mayday’
when i’m standin’ with ’em at the gateway like i’m papa legba
i go dumb, hit you with the black magic rum, it has begun
ain’t no runnin’ from a nigga that’s been sent to behead ya
ain’t nobody runnin’ when i make a pussy come and hop over my d-ck
ever when you get the booty clappin’ i’mma rush and get off in your b-tch
put a hole up in your cranium and then i put ’em shot up in a ditch
?diss?, welcome to this here, the cemetery full of sick
contra, when you wanna run up on a nigga, i’m bizzankers
slide up on ’em like a rattlesnake and i’mma fill their body full of venom
niggas actin’ like a motherfucker was a mystery, you better look into a nigga’ history before you speak about the twisted insizz’em!
i don’t run, i got the millimeter really wanna meet you
walkin’ right up to a nigga dumpin and stretch out and breach you
i need you, to keep on talkin’ ’bout a motherfucker like he’s too
cool to come to the set, big back and drink up on lee’s brews, nigga!
that’s that bomedy bullshit on brainsick
i posted it for the most, nigga, don’t question my gangsta
did dirt when you was in the elementary
?brazy, you’re havin’ a teacher?, i was on the block, nigga, might pop-pop or shank ya!
they be actin’ like a nigga won’t say fuck ’em all, just buck ’em all, then leavin’ everybody on the ground with bullet holes in they dome
pull up on ’em, buss ’em with a military issue
i will dissmiss you with the clack-clack, nigga, get zapped, i’m gone!

[outro]
man 1: don’t mess with the bull young man, you’ll get the horns

man 2: i want him dead! i want his family dead! i want his house burnt to the ground!

man 1: i can lay you out and fill your mouth with your mother’s feces, or we can talk

man 2: i might come to you to your house while you’re sleeping and i’m gonna cut your throat and then i’ll come back and i’ll slash your eyeb-lls. i’ll pour gasoline in your eyes

man 1: i will fucking destroy you. i will make it my mission in life

- twisted insane lyrics

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