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twisted insane - n.t.s. lyrics

[verse 1: twisted insane]
friday, the 13th n-gga that’s monster sh-t
great big n-gga like frankenstein, hop in the whip with a monster b-tch
slice through hoes like freddy kruger, wait for you n-ggas like doctor satan
i had to come harder than your favorite rapper, that’s why i kept all you people waiting

[brief jeopardy-styled music]

friday, the 13th pamela voorhees sh-t
lead motherf-ckers straight to they death, call me the black jack kevorkian
i’m like a werewolf michael jackson thriller, on the full moon you can test your luck
i hunt motherf-ckers deep in the woods, i even give a head start buddy best of luck
yeah, i be in the corner like a n-gga who was bout to murder you was sick
until he get and catch a n-gga slippin’ he grew up in this sh-t and i ain’t leave until the homie got a fist full of motorola, p-ssed getting naked with this b-tch, black man and i’ma sign up for a full-meal ticket
got this foo’ wipe out a blade so i’m knowing anything a n-gga say sh-t he’ll deal with it
yeah, i be off of cop sh-t, wild sh-t eating everybody, crocodile wit
get up in the morning and a n-gga run a mile we can play a little game but a sin is never childish
flow so dos know i’m too wicked, punch you in the face and make yo’ ho go out and get it
sh-tted on all the motherf-cking compet-tion and i look em in the face and tell em i did it, n-gga

[hook]
night time x16
night time sh-t x16

[verse 2]
octo-ber 31st, that’s halloween
n-gga i’m the real life michael myers, look you dead in the eye while i eat your spleen
shout out to wes craven, stephen king, clive barker and the rest that do horror themes
i be leaving motherf-ckers whole body numb, when i spit you would think you on morphine, n-gga
brainsick, muzik but homie that’s all i know
spend my time doing this rapping sh-t, if i didn’t have this i’d be kicking doors
if i didn’t have this i’d be pimping hoes put em on the block, tell em get to work
what the f-ck you mean you ain’t got no money? pull out your t-tties b-tch lift your skirt
yeah, acting like a phantom i be at ’em in the parking lot and ready for the k!llin’, i am like a supervillian
when i open up and drill ’em, better know who you was dealin’ with, a n-gga finna peel ’em, i get deep inside your mental if your money to the ceiling
chainsaw brains raw i get ignant, f-ck a n-gga talkin’ bout the peace sh-t catch em in the streets quick and it gets vindictive
every time i catch them in the street they be cheesy at the cheeks with the peace sh-t
speak with h-lla respect but on the phone check he was acting like a n-gga with the g sh-t
he so wit’ yo switch yo b-tch -ss n-ggas ain’t f-cking with me and my kind
i’m sitting in the dark room during broad daylight if you lookin’ for me you can find me in the

[hook]

[outro]
help me get this motherf-cker out the trunk, n-gga
c’mon, ttake him back here, n-gga, back here homie
sh-t, back over here in the dark
ain’t n0body back here, n-gga. (gunshot)

- twisted insane lyrics

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