FrameBeats - Fee Fi Fo Fum lyrics

[Intro] Twinkle, twinkle, little star How I wonder who you are Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky Brain! [Verse 1: Twisted Insane] I pull up on you n***as with the 50 with me, buzzin' off a bottle With a model with me, lipstick on my dick Twisted in the b**h, while eatin' fish and grits And some may call me sick I'm nobody which you wanna be with, you'll get the mitts And listen to me, when they ready to k** Go out and do it, if nobody movin' Tell me would you put one in his noodle? Sneak up into his house while he's sleepin' How 'bout this freakin' machete, I'm on my Freddy And k** his kit and caboodle I'm spittin' venomous doodoo, rippin' bodies to pieces Now feel my telekinesis, I leave 'em layin' in feces I'm sicker than all of the demons,go even preach if you want to My wicked will always haunt you so keep on prayin' to Jesus People was pilin' up 'cause I'm overdosin' on k**in' My homicidal reaction, I make 'em reach for they strap Either that or get to runnin which homie give up they bat I keep up with the gangstas till I can go to the back Forever holdin' a ?gat?, whenever they wanna Put me to the test, I make 'em rest in the cemetery, you're done Buddy somebody really shoulda' told you I diminish you Homie, it's never finishin', sh** has only begun And I am one of them ones that raised up right from the slum I'm comin' from the abyss and drinkin' gorilla piss Now homie, don't get me pissed, I'm knowin you like your music and ridin' for all your people but they ain't f**in' with this Bet they wanna get with me, well now ain't that about a b**h? They tell me that it's over when the fat lady sing But, add up all the money that the fat lady bring I'mma have to go and make a naked fat lady team I told you I be runnin' off of diesel Fire breathing dragon, I'mma spit it with the gasoline My n***a, you can come with an army It don't really matter 'cause the Brainsick will smash your team Brain! [Chorus (2x): Charlie Ray] Fee fo fi fum Runnin' up on 'em, stompin' 'em flat, let's have some fun! Fee fo fi fum A hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run! Fee fo fi fum Come kick it with us, we off of that yack And we finna puff that weed in that sack If they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat Fee fo fi fum! [Verse 2: ISO] I pull up on a n***a with the Mac upon the avenue Run up off the Henny with the natty and the attitude Leave a n***a wet like my cigarette, bloody red Murder a n***a, not givin' a f**, then let the homie laugh at you! Pull up at the bar, blood and all already had a few Catch 'em in the grim room, then I get to stabbin' you Ever k** a n***a in the room with the mirror, look up out it Then you swear to God the devil lookin' back at you Pack a few guns, but I beat a n***a black and blue I could give a f** about your son, blood, I'm an animal Cannibal, ain't nobody waitin' on, they tell 'em to Talk, talk, till he dead, blood up on my mandibles Man are you crazy? Panoramic camera view Turned hiphop to a motherf**in' panic room And I shoot babies, tell your son, edible I'm equivalent to Satan rockin' up a Santa suit Handle you, hatin' n***as tryna give me feedback Talk about religion but, I do not believe that You can s** a sick dick, go and buy some knee pads f** a n***a, smoke your whole hood like a weed bag k** up and I'm ballin' n***a, you won't need a lead pa** Keep twin Glocks in the [?] call em' heat pads Put your money where your mouth is, with your weak a** Put 'em in the bottom of the sea where the reef at Workin' for the Brainsick, Dead Gang strange sh** Hottest in the city for your f**in' information Haven't met in real life, f**in' mental patient n***a talk down till they dead up in the basement Told 'em I'm a fire breathing dragon, keep on brackin' for the n***as, spittin like I had gasoline You can try to come with an army, it don't really matter 'cause the Brainsick will smash your team Brain! [Chorus (2x): Charlie Ray] Fee fo fi fum Runnin' up on 'em, stompin' 'em flat, let's have some fun! Fee fo fi fum A hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run! Fee fo fi fum Come kick it with us, we off of that yack And we finna puff that weed in that sack If they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat Fee fo fi fum!