Twisted Insane - Stompin In My Chuck T's lyrics

[Intro] Girl- "Are you sick?" Man- "Why do you ask?" Girl- "You look sick." Man- "I am sick." Girl- "You take medicine?" Man- "There is no medicine for what I have." [A bunch of mumbling] [Verse 1: Twisted Insane] Bustin a slug, got your cranium split Dumpin em at your water melon, leavin a n***a f**ed up while his a** runnin like a felon It ain't no game, [?] name Insane, I'm dumpin em at your f**in brain, never smokin that c**aine I like to smoke the green And off of the bomb weed, [to?] have you f**ed, walkin around, [stuck?] like zombies n***a, cane ya, f** around when I dump and n***a cane ya, f**in around when I squeeze [a masport pump?] I ain't no jump n***a I likes to smoke n***as, leavin a n***a f**ed up [for smokin on my roast n***a] It's the way that I approach n***as That make em a nervous wreck But I hit what I'm smokin on n***a... To keep your nerves in check I'm dumpin away at the stomach, havin ya vomit, mucus, loogies s** on tampons, that's why these b**hes think I'm Screwy Lewy I likes to f** ho's booty Yours truly, Frankenstein Diggin up in your beef curtains, till you bleedin from behind and I'm... [Chorus: Twisted Insane] Stompin in my Chuck T's [Mmmm, mmmm, yeah] Stompin in my Chuck T's [n***a, this motherf**er n***a, tryna get my sh** prepared n***a] Stompin in my Chuck T's [Every motherf**in day n***a, I be stompin in these mothaf**as, n***a] Stompin in my Chuck T's [It ain't no game homie, it ain't no game homie, let em know] Stompin in my Chuck T's... [Verse 2: Guaran T] Makin somethin outta nothin, ya gotta know... Know when to hold em, when to fold em and... Know when to bluff em if you show... If you show a n***a's weapon at ya feet then you know you gotta dump em I track and [packaged this?] heat for streets so you know you gotta bump em Any [wha] [And your?] motherf**er think she's sweet, keep holdin that a**umption But not too long, [?] [She's a ho] Oh yeah, so b**h [?] think she somethin [tell that b**h] If it ain't daily, it ain't maybe, it ain't nothin [from the staple to the table] [?] n***as wanna wage war and threaten, it's hot in this kitchen, but see I ain't sweatin There's pockets in this kitchen, but few can [shev?] it That I jack their lyrics and few contest, [said?] I jacks their lyrics If you got that game [?] n***a run wit it I got somethin your monkey a** won't n***a, come get it You kept tyrna to do that, n***a, I've done did it Get that wig split [Chorus] Stompin in my Chuck T's [What these muhf**as don't understand n***a, a n***a is...] Stompin in my Chuck T's [We'll mash on you homie, ya understand what I'm sayin, we'll f** you up n***a...] Stompin in my Chuck T's [Leave you bleeedin n***a, no remorse, no remorse when we bust, no remorse when we bust] Stompin in my Chuck T's [San Diego California ridas n***a] Stompin in my Chuck T's... [Verse 3: Twisted Insane] Bustin at n***as with the [heat to rock a?] Knockin em off they pedestal, my sh** is sick Leavin yo nuts cooked like vegetables Hopin up ovah the gate gate with the AK Leavin that n***a's wife screamin: "MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY!" That's what you say [when I was cold and?] on the night train f**in em up Eat bloody duck like [Chinese main!] And you really do not wanna... Run up on the real monster [?] like I'm Chewbacca, stickin the dick up in they [co*ka?] Creepin through the dark With a mini Mac-10, [the straps?] galore You think you packin heat... But n***a, I'm packin more Cuz I'm the one that's on the run up on n***as and hit em [with metal?] [Gun?] they feet and put it on griddle Watch a n***a while I play the fiddle I've got a f**in riddle... For the one to ask the question He was a man... But that night, he felt like an adolescent Cuz n***as get they brains split off in the brainsick Quit talkin ya raggedy b**h and just pay this And I was... [Chorus] Stompin in my Chuck T's [Mmmm, mmmm, yeah] Stompin in my Chuck T's [n***a we do this muthaf**in sh** everyday n***a, daily] Stompin in my Chuck T's [Stompin in my muthaf**in green Chuck T's n***a!] Stompin in my Chuck T's [It ain't no... It ain't no game n***a, let em know] Stompin in my Chuck T's...