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twisted insane - upside down lyrics

days and days i feel like im finna end this sh-t
put my face straight in the barrel of the remington
there he go on the floor drinkin’ henny hen
promise when i wake up i won’t drink again
lyin’
all i really can say is im trying it feels like im dyin’
if i can’t take me a swig
straight to the face of temptation you see
ain’t no complacement adjacent to this
don’t n0body wanna face up no racin’ like his
turn around i had to give me fiction no tears
even though he had a wife and mo’ stripes and four kids
put the man up on the street, deep
ain’t nowhere to even sleep
confident about the benefit of which you reap
every day we’re livin’ someone gotta feel the heat, geesh
in fo’ rounds it will go down in defeat
someone gotta tell me why, why my f-cking auntie died to cancer
when it live around up in my face
and they told me chemo was the answer
really i was tryin’ evrything i mean i took it to the necromancer
even put (?) i mean i never could of did it faster
hot dogs at the ball game
home runs in the fall rain
one call then we all came
made sure to keep the lawn tame
finish it before the days end we came in and we all banged
some bad, some good but you looked at us all same
caught me smokin’ on the black (?) and you ain’t tell my mom sh-t (thats tight)
me and bottle had a shootout that night
i used to leave a n-gga food out at night
used to pick it up
it feels wrong now that you gone i give it up
every time i need a couple bucks you genorous
used to talk about the trolls on the internet how they so venomous, full of hate
oh how it made, me h-lla mad but its h-lla sad they have no dates
(oh wait)
you suck’s all you got to say
i be tourin’ all around the country you be on the internet all day (okay)
but imagine they were (?) in a tour bus (brain)
there’d be more jobs there’d be more food there’d be more of us
there’d be more of f-ckin’ my foot up in the door gorgeous
tried to mainstream independent kings ignored us (f-ck ’em all)
and that’s sad
now im on a mission gotta get the bag
someone tell me how the f-ck i get the vlad
what i gotta do, im runnin’ with the rap
put me on a planet never comin’ back
and im always livin’ even if i can’t
everybody is around me always mad
got me wonderin’ on who the f-ck i rap
so i got to watch you walk up on me, you can talk, and stop and think about it ‘fore you speak
intellecture all up in me there’s a reason i believe in (?) for about a week
never knew the fee
you and (?) equivalent to criticism in the street
i was in the kitchen lookin’ at one, back at top, rhymin’ for the weed
i need
in the fire, b-tt naked while i’m drippin’ gasoline
motherf-cker always gotta tell you to p-ss the weed
i’m broke as f-ck no love no bag of green
but when it’s time to war i’m ice cube no vaseline
gathering, smithereens
hold up b-tch don’t speak you need listerine
hope one day i’ll make it to bigger things
smoke to much broccoli im sh-ttin’ green
hate’s really in the heart when they showin’ love
better think of (?) when you shake their hand
try to put the enemy up in the mud
ain’t nowhere to run and i be down if i be drinkin’ tryin’ to (?) myself up in my blood
the devil

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