Jarren Benton - Joe Jackson/ Consigliere lyrics

[Intro: Twisted insane] f** that b**h Gimme a bottle and a p**no, n***a Ha, ha, ha... [Verse 1: Twisted Insane] Jump up in the p**y like a pogo Stickin', makin' b**hes wanna f** me when I greet 'em Come into my room and you will step into your doom If it's a baby in your womb, I think it's prolly 'bout to beat 'em Bring your baby daddy too, I really wanna meet him Take him in a room and tell him how I had your feet up Tell him holy-moly how a n***a had my poll-y Stirrin' in your guacamole, she's a fine seniorita Playin' with the p**y while she's s**in' on my Peter Lay down on your back, I'm 'bout to eat a enchilada I don't like to talk, but I really want to walk You be f**in' with Ewoks, my dick is bigger than Chubacca Man down, man down, someone caught a body Walked up in that b**h and hit a n***a with the shotty Daniel San-in' motherf**ers like I know karate Doin' sh** that make you think I was trained by Mr. Miyagi ?On the? club but I be hella picky on my weed Comin' around with a bomb, better run, that Reggie Bush indeed Push up on you n***as like a bear and I attack 'em Blocka-blocka with the Mac and put you b**hes on the street I'm comin' in your window when your family go to sleep You think I'm bluffin'? Go ahead, believe it's only talk I may now put the trigger down and punch you in your liver then I body slam a n***a like the animal in Hulk You won't win a - war against a n***a that's demonic and I'm on it well ain't that about a b**h n***as think it's music and they get off of the fluid thinkin' I won't do it till they momma found up in a ditch Trigger finger really startin' to feel a f**in' itch Any minute you gon' find out you was dealin' with a psycho n***as always get to wishin' wolfin' with the yap Till I take 'em in the back and beat a n***a like he Michael Joe Jackson [Hook x8] Get yo a** whooped like a n***a Joe Jackson (n***as always get to wishin' wolfin' with the yap Till I take them in the back and beat a n***a like he Michael Joe Jackson) [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Hit a motherucker with the a** of the Mossberg n***a you been geeking all day off of cough syrup n***a you ain't real you are all worse Whoop a n***a's a** in the back of a WalMert Ah, my bad I mean Wal-Mart I'll do a drive by on a golf cart Ten o'clock when I bend the block Crack a motherf**er's skull with a cinderblock (HA!) Take a n***a's life, put him in a box b**hes on my dick because I'm in a drop Ran into a n***a, wanna call the cops? Told you n***as I am so unorthodox Murder, murder, murder on the drop of a needle Heavy metal stuck to my side like Magneto k** a rapper, put him in the trunk of a Regal I don't give a f** if the n***a know aikido Slip a whole kilo, my amigo then I reload Pow, shoot a n***a's eyeball through a peephole Hang with the aliens, Stitch and Lilo What you know about the maniac in a mink coat Pow, push you n***a's wig back like chemo Leave them with the dolphins, Dan Marino The dope that we towed came from San Bernardino Bullet seep through a n***a's skin like a needle Money talk, baby, like cough syrup nino We be getting to it like your money [?] f** it, I'm the ego when I launch a torpedo Haters s** a dick through a leopard printed Speedo Time for some action, n***a what's crackin'? First hater act, he gon' get a reaction Twisted gon' slap him or Jarren gon' clap him I'll whoop a n***a's a** like Joseph-Walter-Jackson [Hook x8] Get yo a** whooped like a n***a Joe Jackson (n***as always get to wishin' wolfin' with the yap Till I take them in the back and beat a n***a like he Michael Joe Jackson) [Verse 3 (Consigliere): Twisted Insane] Comin' at 'em with an AK, holla 'mayday' When I'm standin' with 'em at the gateway like I'm Papa Legba I go dumb, hit you with the black magic rum, it has begun Ain't no runnin' from a n***a that's been sent to behead ya Ain't nobody runnin' when I make a p**y come and hop over my dick Ever when you get the booty clappin' I'mma rush and get off in your b**h Put a hole up in your cranium and then I put 'em shot up in a ditch ?Diss?, welcome to this here, the cemetery full of sick Contra, when you wanna run up on a n***a, I'm bizzankers Slide up on 'em like a rattlesnake and I'mma fill their body full of venom n***as actin' like a motherf**er was a mystery, you better look into a n***a' history before you speak about the Twisted Insizz'em! I don't run, I got the millimeter really wanna meet you Walkin' right up to a n***a dumpin and stretch out and breach you I need you, to keep on talkin' 'bout a motherf**er like he's too Cool to come to the set, big back and drink up on Lee's Brews, n***a! That's that bomedy bullsh** on Brainsick I posted it for the most, n***a, don't question my gangsta Did dirt when you was in the elementary ?Brazy, you're havin' a teacher?, I was on the block, n***a, might pop-pop or shank ya! They be actin' like a n***a won't say f** 'em all, just buck 'em all, then leavin' everybody on the ground with bullet holes in they dome Pull up on 'em, buss 'em with a military issue I will dissmiss you with the clack-clack, n***a, get zapped, I'm gone! [Outro] Man 1: Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns Man 2: I want him dead! I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground! Man 1: I can lay you out and fill your mouth with your mother's feces, or we can talk Man 2: I might come to you to your house while you're sleeping and I'm gonna cut your throat and then I'll come back and I'll slash your eyeballs. I'll pour gasoline in your eyes Man 1: I will f**ing destroy you. I will make it my mission in life