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twisted insane - kick rocks lyrics

[hook]
just kick rocks x8
just get the f-ck up out my face
x2

that b-tch is on my nerves
tell that ho to kick rocks
i’m a hit her where it hurts
tell that ho to kick rocks
she won’t shut the f-ck up
tell that ho to kick rocks
i’m a kick her in her b-tt
tell that ho to kick rocks

[verse 1]
my [brain’s remain always sick n-ggas?], face split, brains drip fast when i get n-ggas
[math when i get?] 2 straps [for the v-g-n-l fl!ck?], [contact, do the math when i flip n-ggas]
2 bags for the b-tch, put her in the hefty trash bag, [sat with the tag, do it quick, and i?]
come back for the b-tch with a.. trash bag full of blood, through the mud
i’m a [stick with this sh-t?]; bloodstains on my pick, c-mstains on my d-ck
tripping when i’m in the middle of the woods, on a thousand shrooms
[take a little bit like every other minute now i’m in a thousand rooms?]
chicken blood on my d-ck, i’m a d-ck, cuz i’m sick, i admit i’m a little bit weirder
even my own b-tch momma and daddy don’t want me like nowhere near
catch me in the dark jacking off to a p-rno, my hormones are [singing?]
bend you over from the back, and i love it looking blacker than whoopi goldberg’s t-tty
yup yup yup yup, there we go with his brain overdosed from the insane treatment
wanna guess where the heat went? brain dead slumped over in the p-ssenger seat with
[went serve went?], [2 sticks and a cervix?] [sick certain?] [sauce sick when i’m swerving?]
stuck with slow success, [i’m safe having s-x?] [?]
baffled, by the way that i [dip in the wind?]. [on the gin?] [when i’m sniffing a lot?]
but i’m still sick enough [to know when you got a cut?], so i told that sl-t to kick rocks

[hook]

[verse 2]

tell the ho to kick rocks when she get popped off and then dropped off far from the way home
in the ally getting f-cked in the b-tt, -ss-raped, [mask tape?], by a n-gga named [jerome?]
some might say that i’m way gone, when i look into the mirror i see the devil looking back at me
smile on my face it was like a had a clown on my face [in the wind off of gin] i was happy
standing over the motherf-cking body unloading sh-lls until the sh-t was empty
you could say i was venting, but the force of the dark side was so tempting
fill ’em up and then i move, you motherf-ckers should have seen how i was so smooth
coulda been the voodoo, sh-t anyway brainsick by the way who knew?
yup yup yup yup, there we go spitting venom keep popping anyone who go against me
[?] if you really want to trip i will cut you to mincemeat
[then i will come?]
[i’m on the run?]
[they will get gunned?]
[until they done?]
[body’s in mud?]
[faces in pund?]
do it for fun
[n-gga begin..]
[but i really wanna go and murder and the pain will be done when you come to the dark side?]
posted up in the cut, holding on to my nuts, [fill ’em up?] watching all of those marks die
so i’m a keep [shopping?], cause i’m the green goblin hit ’em up only b-tches should stop
[heat em up inside?] pull up with the automatic, you don’t really want the static, so kick rocks

[hook]

[tell me who i’ve been repping n-gga i could sin ’em?]
if you really want to get ’em, i’m a n-gga that will split ’em
but i’m independant, generals to lieutenants [fall into my camp you get d-mned from the venom?]
hit ’em with ultimate warrior visions, and [sentences that’ll refuse you membership?]
[rigorfit eminent?] n-ggas be wolfing, but i just be gropin’ their kids and sh-t
i’m hot, smokey the bear couldn’t put me out, look at their face when they here me flow
hit ’em with some of that k!ll ’em up sh-t when i circle around them like cherrios
on euclid [and imperial?] [with a type of offense in my order?]
and it really don’t get sicker than this sh-t n-gga this is what the f-ck off of the border
and motherf-ckers come up shorter, get affiliated with a spider in the night, f-ck the hype
i got n-ggas that come through, [hide if you wanna off the henn?] tuck them in nighty-night
daddy put up a good fight he [gon’ be wolfin?] because i say he can
so much artillery looking like mr t. straight out the a-team van
speedy gonzales couldn’t catch me, because a motherf-cker get you running like a roadrunner
[running with the forty five coming to get you done with n-ggas?] and then i leave ’em in a cold slumber
i don’t go dumber, [i go outside the head with the noodle knock?]
back on your block with the glock [watch how fast n-ggas pop?] you better be kickin’ rocks

- twisted insane lyrics

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