Twisted Insane - Ready for the Murder lyrics

(Lyrics are mostly accurate but feel free to annotate any errors made) Verse 1 (Hurricane): Is you ready for the murder? What up Homie, is you ready for the murder? You know I am. Aye...yo Do you really wanna k** wit me?/ Follow mothaf**a,Then drill with me/ Come on homie, Get your steel with me/ All we gotta do is get the victim & Get her sippin on something and have her slippin & slumpin in the seats/ Then we can take her to a secluded area where we bury her, Then we put the Chainsaw to her feet/ But we gotta be discreet/ We don't need any little interruptions/ I don't want nobody seeing me backing the truck in/ I don't want nobody saying of seeing a certain n***a with a sicker meddler in the streets/ Did you bring the barbwire?Cause we need to tie her down/ If not she gon be jumpin off the ground/ Probably need a roll of duck tape/ A couple cans of mace/ For the screamin, She gon be letting out a sound/ Hope you will be ready, Don't punk out/ I already got the pump out & I cleaned the truck out/ All we need to do is to wait now/ Maybe gonna walk up on her and Maybe blow her whole face/ but we gotta have patience/ Don't k** her yet/ I wanna see what's gonna happen after I put this grapple in the kitty kat/ What, she trynna fight back? She gon be shot for the bleeding/ I'm trynna leave her Ass leaking For no apparent reason/ Hold up a second, I gotta slip up and get her if imma shoot her in the face/ We just need to calm down, Putting our guns & knives down, And walk up to her a** at the place/ Slide her a drink and talk to her... (just approach her, man just say something to her) Yo, hey wa**up, I've been watching you from over there/ And the way you sittin in that chair, I see your underwear/ I see you like pink, Yeah I like it too/ Why won't you kicks it with me,Let's see what these drinks will do/ Oh you dont drink? So why you at the bar?/ f** it, it's a change of plans, Follow that b**h out to her car/ And I will lay in the bed of the truck with a stick of duck tape & a barbwire ready/ And when I hop out of that motherf**er imma cut it so deep, I hope a piece look like confetti/ I'm talking bout annihilating, Disintegrating a hoe,Big ungrateful little b**h/ What she mean she don't drink?Why the f** is she gon be up at the bar? She think a n***a don't think?/ Now she got a motherf**er mad at her/ Imma f** her, Still need a n***a to put the mag in her/ I was only gonna k** & rip & k** her/ Now imma eat the b**h for breakfast, lunch & dinner/ Watchu mean you don't wannabe a part of this? You did & already got a part and started it/ Why you think I had you load up the hollow tips? Mainly Planted the shells with your fingertips/ I knew what you said from the start you was down Now you're trynna pull your motherf**a like a f**in clown/ Where you think you're going? Sit your Ass down Because if you try to run, I will blow your back out/ Whatchu mean you gon get me first?/ Watchu gon do? Call the cops from the phone in her purse?/ I think you like this b**h,I think that's the f**in reason that it made you switch,/ Listen homie I don't play that sh**, So you better straighten up so we can k** this b**h/ But for now, imma roll her Ass off in a ditch & call the homie Brainsick so we can do this quick/ (aye Yo, give me the f**in phone you dumb a**. The f**.... Yo man what's next?) Verse 2 (Twisted Insane): I don't really think you mothaf**as ready for the murder,/ Having a circa,hookin & bookin,They cookin like they was burgers/ Split em with everybody in the vicinity Enemies Run up & get your remedy, Fill em up with the burner/ Split the b**h up, And She was too lonely, There's no concern, Psychological sick, I'm finna open your flesh,/ Get the b**h out the freezer, I'm finna heat her & eat her, When nobody really need her, I'm Finna bring her to d**h/ n***as be wolfin like I would put one up in your grave I lay a body to rest & they cover you in the dirt/ Now homie there some are trippin,Catching one of you fades, And put one up in your face, I was too ready for work/ Bust em up in their neck & I'm feelin like I been noggin Because I'm up on a mission that hit em up with the sh**/ You can look into my motherf**in eyes & you realize You ain't really dealin with the sick,/ Are you ready for the murder...