[Verse 2: Twisted insane]
Coming up out the forest chewing on motherf**ers like chewbacca
Put em all up in the dirt when i put in the work a round'll pop ya
Better know i'm a monster always ready to pop a vodka
Make you bleed out somebody hurry up and call the doctor
Bang on you every single time hit you with the
Bullet that be coming' out the chamber of my .44
Walk up on me in the middle of the night and what you wanna pick a fight with homie that will be a f**ing no no
BRAINSICK every time you see me on a mission i be moving full of vengeance gotta attack em like a [?]
You don't wanna be in case that [?]
That's the type of sh** that make a motherf**er like me sick
I'm [?] nobody in the sick coz i done seen
People come up in this game i thought it was a dream
I mean i'm telling you i really had to piss myself you never beat me in no kinda race by wearing skinny jeans
Get the f** outta here with that, blood i need a beer with that how could anybody really sit and listen cheer for that
And b**h i'd rather sit and hit the weed
Than walk up on you n***a's when you least expect it, hit you with the mini-mac
YADA comin' up out the swamp i am a creature
Rippin' sh** like every time i get up on a feature
Pistol whippin' b**hes when i catch em in the street i'm quick to pull my f**ing heat and hit you with the millimeter
Drunk when i walk up in the room and i don't give a
f** about what anybody think about me rilla'
n***a's know i hit you with that .44, leave you on the floor im walking over rappers like i was godzilla
WHY run up on me even if you know i'm sick
I give a f** about you talkin' bout you rich
YOU finna' find yourself up in a bowl of sh**
Put em in ice and box em up and yes i do it quick, b*tch