Twisted Insane - Visions lyrics

[Intro] You know many times I've had Visions of my own d**h, I mean I been actually seeing Visions of what it could be like It makes you wonder, have you done everything you really want to do in life? [Verse 1] Many visions of my d**h, I have visions for dimentia No repentin for the murder I committed with the Murder all up in your face, might I catch another case If I k** him when I hit him with the pistol whipper n***as step into the realm, you would think I was from Elm, just because the way I hit you with the Fred Kru With the less shoot I will rip the n***as stomach if they want it I will run up with the gun up like I'm Lex Luthor Hoppin and runnin on the track I'm like I'm Mike Tyson, chewin a motherf**a's lungs like an old lycan Poppin the funs, sparkin the gun, hoppin and jumpin up over the ones who wanna become affiliated with the good life What's the next step when you vision your d**h? Do you run from accepting your sentence? If they sent a fella that wreckeded my helmet, Blood I will come back with the vengeance I can feel him getting closer, I can feel him on my shoulder, coming over as I walk into the dark room Voodoo rituals doing residuals drinking 150 150 fill him with hollow tips and harpoons Never the less, I was impressed, by the way that n***a stood up in my space with the face of a demon All I heard was a pop, never knew that I was shot, did my body even drop? Am I bleeding? Little n***a always woofin like he wanna be, talkin this and that about what he is gonna be, do it to me when he beat me like a n***a was a G but I already know that he is just a wannabe From the front about to watch it what I'm gonna be n***as be trippin when I feel a difference with this time I tried to move, but my body feels like it's been hit up with strychnine. [Chorus] I might get caught up in riddle, I might get caught up in riddle, I might get, I might get, I I I might get caught up in riddle [Verse 2] To a stinkin n***a moving with the ticker from the wicked I proceed to eat them b**hes like an animal I can hear a n***a creepin so I'm thinkin grab the heat and hacking off his feet and eat him like an antelope Or maybe he will come up in the door and do a n***a, you never know how many people wanna shoot a n***a, Maybe imma k** him, but the next week, his homies come deep and put chka chka through a n***a In the bath with a bloody mask in the casket forget what happened tonight Hmmm, put his a** in a hefty bag, poured the gas, and I got a match and a light Hmmm, n***a thought I was just rapping till I got up and attacked him with a machete and hatchet then I Stretch him like elastic f** an open casket put him in a basket when I'm laughing with a twinkling eye Chopped him into pieces, and covered him in feces but Jesus I'm sicker than diseases I can it feel like I got telekinesis I got from my aunties, and uncles, and nieces Give my greetings to Jesus, you finna meet him, that's when I reached for the four five I tried to move, but my body feels like it's been hit up with strychnine.