[Intro]
Into the darkness...
Through the tunnels of abyss [with a psycho?]
Twisted Insane
Eat the evidence
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
[Verse 1]
He didn't hear me creep
He reached for the heat, so I shot him in his perm
Why the f** you think a n***a go from town to town because a n***a put it down like I was [Gotti?] off of sherm
The roof's on fire, let the motherf**a burn
And they will nevah learn to unda-estimate my visions
I'm sicka than [pneumonia?] and I come from California, we run up ya, my n***a, [we do?] dig for exhibitions
Break n***a's jaws in the middle of the street, I got people that's [stealin?] evil, [than when?] take a n***a fade
[Hurtin her?], nobody heard of na', but I've been servin the purpose, we finna bust up in they crib, that's on the gang
So brainsick...
Think about a n***a when I pop one in my clip
f** a b**h!
I'm so aggressive, I cut a n***a, disection, [get the rest of this?] [?], take a bath in his guts and sh**
I'm Gang Green
n***a, don't be talkin 'bout we on the same team
Bullsh**!
I just bought a new K, shoulda seen the look on a n***a face when a mothaf**a pulled it
Rag on my face, gang bangin with the pistol out the window, finna whistle to ya momma house
In the end, everyone of you muthaf**as can feel the wraith of a n***a that'll blast, [bring the drama?] out
Shoot the block up, hit my n***a Key Loom, tell em that a n***a needa come [and boast?]
I'm doin the [smoochles?] [?] [did it?] in broad daylight, pick a flight to the [poker?] [?]
Now homie, I'm 5150, blood on my dick, strictly infurious n***a to put you in a tomb
Filla fo' realla, k**, [pilla?], Godzilla [villain?], when I'm pullin b**hes all up out the womb, I'm Twisted Insane!
[Bridge]
[Eat the evidence]
I want him to carve me with blade...
[Eat the evidence]
I want no mercy...
[Eat the evidence]
[Hook X2]
I will get him up, we gon get em up
Let's just split em up
I don't give a f**
[Happy clown?] pick him up, then they zip him up
[Verse 2]
I woke up out my sleep with the Devil at my feet
Lookin at me like I was [something?] about to [be?]
But maybe it was something 'bout the evidence I eat
Should have of never known because I'm always on the creep
n***as always lookin at me cuz I throw grenades...
And I will take a muthaf**in fade
Take a bullet from the clip and put it in your face
[And if they clear, might?] hop over the gate
Outta Diego, California come the Twisted Insane!
Who just smokin, puffin on the doja
Got so many individual wolfin at the lip, I told you Imma get my sh**, well muthaf**a, thought I told ya
Risen from the Belly of the Beast, and turn the [beats into peach-red pieces of?] [?] Brainsick
[If I only could witness the phone and take a baffler?] up on a mission, [and they were listenin to this spit game sick?]
Psycho, finatical, I will scribe one in ya dome
[And may go?] mothaf**as by the minute
Might get a little faded off of doja, [but you might think that I'm Popey by the way a n***a's slurpin off of spinach?]
I'm givin a f**, and givin it up, [a n***a by? my side
Suddenly, I will be the one to first take flight
There's so many n***as that's runnin cuz I be dumpin and have em throwin up mucus and bloody piss all night!
Aim for the brain, [?] cuz we shoot [from the?] [?] to the afro
Aim for the [main frame?] [?] [a**hole?]
Cuz I be on a muthaf**in fence
For me to make a mistake, it will be no kinda sense
I am the one to be posted up [and?] [?] whenever you wanna get away [?] the evidence
[Bridge]
[Eat the evidence]
I want him to cut off my toes... and my feet
[Eat the evidence]
I want him to cut off my toes... and my feet... and work allll the way up
[Eat the evidence]
[Hook]
You have a hard on already?