Twistid Rob - k**er Instincts lyrics

Verse one (Z) My mental gone like a kidnapped kid Put your motherf**in body in a ziplock kit I ain't gonna k** em ima rip off skin Til a Iso hit while my skits clock in Then I cut em, eat a person clean em in the sink Set the bones on top of the bed and then I throw them in the sheets My motherf**in nutcase I ain't lookin for no peace Cause in a booth or in the streets He got k**er instincts Turn em into slabs in the lab and the practice for surgery tactics Machete getting gut like a third world practice The paint on my face like the third world savage Y'all don't want the part I beat the razor blade your artery go fold you with the plastic They don't want the car cut that tied to or with a Hart let be the part of me for k**in you be get inside this attic Shame on you basterds That's softer than matress a chockered like mastiffs I pray on you basterds that's actually weak but you talk it like rappers I don't really give a f** who you say it tatter and they come through me It's fire squad b**h and the whole damn clip we on brainsick sh**, k**er instincts Verse two (JayCrazii) Choppin em up and I'm rippin their brain while I'm grippin the grain hoppin up out of the whip with the blade We can catch a fair fade in the staircase k**er instincts with the ink pen got me locked down in the precinct for the weekend Gotta get it goin gotta get up on the move if you snooze On the dude blood will ooze on your shoes so you better check your crews Dont ever give me confused watch the words that you choose If you speakin up out of spite you be leakin out by the night Darkness to light when I'm creepin through the night if i meet you den we can fight To the people that follow me better get it cause we different I don't give a f** about nobody cause I really live it And I really rip it You can really get it if you dissin you be missin n***as find ya f**in body while they fishin' Brainsick in this b**h, ain't no hesitation man I really need some medication get a**asinated never contemplatein mutilation body separation what you facing once you put my f**in name in Better stay calm for i start droppin napalms on they mom Hit em with a semi automatic out in traffic ain't no magic I be spazzin I'm a savage with the ratchet I be blastin a-a-a-a-automatic Verse three (Twisted Insane) I hit you up with the max So everybody get back if you come up with disrespect there's no tellin how i how I react I murder em by the millions I cut em up in the kitchen quit b**hin I'm finna stack em up in the trunk of my 'lac Visions of people vicious or murderous in your bushes I overdose off of k**in you lookin really suspicious I back em up with the sickness you b**hes lookin delicious I really just wanna eat her brainfeeder he is my witness I went to Harrisburg and asked the homie where the weed He told me get a swisher weet and meet him on the street I pull up in they hands and b**hes waiting for the D So i took her to the bathroom and I hit it on the B Brainsick came upverter, Took her to the stall and I ain't even leave it all until I saw the p**y squirtin Who knew the b**h would f** a deuce cloose and I ain't playin blue's clues I'm sick like i was PeeWee Herman Brain every time I see you when we greet Brain to every person that I just meet This bull said f** the Brain so I started just laughin and I left his brain stained up in the street Rahh, Started bustin at it with the Nina Knew I had to do it mother f**in misdemenor Run up on me if you really wanna drone piece I blast bullets on that a** faster than a cheetah B-brain! Verse four ( Chadrick) Every single verse ima k**er garuntee it they gonna feel it when I step up to the building No point in concealin that I got a lyrical pistol Guts all over the ground they talk sh** so I spilled em Pacing around the room grabbing every blunt object in sight If I really wanted to end your life I would of done it that night after I got you high Anybody f**in with Chadrick smashin and I'm stabbin every lyrical a**a**in Hit em with the fully automatic clip incinerate the body cut the hands pull their teeth, nobody know what happened Unidentifiable and it's undeniable, that I will hold you liable for thinkin you're more miniacle than the Firing Squad, B-B-B-Brainsick your symbol a team bunch of diamonds and mansions Your corny metaphors they annoy me so I'm exporting endorphins to the ma**es Unfortunately, God cursed me from birth I was made disproportionately I fortunately got the Clydesdale horses with me on some real sh** run from your ho quick Verse five (Iso) Dealin with the mind of a k**er you f**in with the gorilla that walk inside of your house and make sausages out your filler While n***as playin nintendo i'm creepin inside of your window to leap em weeping like willowers spittin off in the river While really sick in the middle while n***as be in the spit up we'll f** her wrong and I k** em and put the body on wheels I'm playin em like a fiddle while eatin em like a skittle you n***as Dont wanna play cause I'll turn your wife to a widow I'm really sick in the brain when I'm grippin up on their bang or I'm catching em with his family turning em to a stranger I Hit em up with the flamer and n***as phasing their paper They wonderin how the f** did the n***a pull off the caper I keep it dope with a laser but k**in you with a razor You thinkin I'm Sweeny Todd when I'm giving n***as a taper If talkin sh** went they bust then they foldin up like some paper I put em inside the oven then servin em like a waiter Who f**in with the brain n***a that's a no brainer So many dead bodies it could be a cater If wonder true did it but I'm pushin like a skater And I'm laughing at the loan like see you later alligator Bang on you n***as for the crane 16 And everytime I do it spit a gwame 16 And all you n***as weak but you weighin 16 But I bet you quit trippin when I hang this beam Homie f** rap n***a we bust that n***as Click clack on my hood blood f** that n***a Dey ain't checkin for your music you s** whack n***a Old a** in the booth sounding bu*t crack n***a What's that n***a? Now you wanna diss me So I got on her forgotten we had history I'm still in the hood n***a ain't no mystery I go jeko with the homie from the deko k**er instincts Verse six (Twistid Rob) A bitter sicko feastin on the pityful and choppin up the syllables a melody provided I'm a slaughter me A 16 grind em into mince meat Better pray for muzzle cause a motherf**er hotter Envision of a murderer come for the decorations and the hatin phony rappers lunch up with the preperations Put em in the dirt, it's a final destination Lotta saltys on the other end showing hella hesitation These veggie hittin motherf**ers gonna get it twisted Like no other but I do it midi skitzin like a fittin lookin like a savage fella cannot fathom bullsh** Keep a rudda buddy automatic with a full clip I hear it talkin loud but you're argumemt's hopeless Id rather get to knockin knock em out oh sh** I get to hackin up the problems like they're on the go shift Everybody fiendin for the lyra ella dopeness Breaking em off for sickness, making all my victims, take em like a bomb push em like bu*tons for ignition n***a for the listen, bringin em home my vision, hear the boys for lockin in front of your system Comp to the kitchen, ain't competition, stirring up the pot with the newest edition Ready for the itches grab a kilo the kid came home and homicidal on a genocidal mission Verse seven (Hurricane) Started off as a problem but not a problem that a got a little bit big for you to handle I've been a wick to a candle the slick of the big block to k**er instinct I'm an animal My brain's scattered but don't matter the Looney tunes Shoulda never came out of that f**in pedigroom Put it up on her with the mask like a raccoon but what they've shouldn't a ney give up in a baboon Primated and prospus to like a paradox I can bring you sh** that'll fills up with triceritops Do a drive by but the rocket launcher then pair of crocs Banging on a n***a until his air just stops You ain't ever been ready to deal with this sh** Machete make em confetti go turn em into brisket Had a n***a thinkin their daddy could get the hit list Catch em in the grocery store to clean up on isle six Bet a n***a wish he never came around this Stuck a barnicle dick in his a** and never carca** My brain's sick n***as is sicker than those are talkin Send the city worker responder up in the garbage K-town n***a my gang is real I can tell your whole block how to handle your heel Motherf**ins gon' see that its k**er for k** K I to the L L when you f**in for real my n***a Verse eight (D.B.O.I.) Heavenly father forgive me, for what I'm about to do Cause genocide or sudden scare the winning numbers neglected who me hell is whoever blast a fist take perspective Do you wanna send a wrath in this wreckage? Take a shot we shakin, hisses ima get em With a pen I was in and this ink to my ways engraved til the end Have a n***a encore fan drunk and ignore lane never seen gordus stylish Blan got my fly hangin out my ride just a minage, we is nuts for your eyelids Whos this? Keyed eye be down or rynackin never leeing to the world motherf**ers is revalation you faithsy and stand adjacent with satan So my homeful penijaters so, and control, them all Feel like I'm stuck in this motherf**er There's too many they're cuttin this motherf**er Lightin up places to touch this motherf**er That buckin this mother f**er get back to this motherf**er for real Words from a skitzo Weapon of choice is a pencil So dont go testing the instinct of a k**er Find out me and the grim reaper are identical Verse nine (Dikulz) Im sick in the brain brain brain I cut their wrist until their veins drain drain Then I hop inside the p**y when I do ima treat em like pops to the bang bang bang Man these rappers they're vaginal like a uterus I answer for the truth and get pissed when you say their music's sh** How can you ever really improve your spit When you digivised from the people actually doing it f** em, let em die for their swagger Front page news, I die for the glamour I'm your attacker my mind is a dagger With once foul swoop I'll slice your cadaver Im ill, and it's part sh** to blame It designed my dick riding artists in the game Making true artists just starve for some change With a sub par chest stiffed far it's a shame, I'm done With all the shenanigans when I'm back and the bad again ima make her stop panicking Davenger, ravager they posing like mannequins Somethin don't change ima have to go banish em so Kick rocks we dont need no more, tell her pack your bags gotta go you gotta dip Too many tennis round this motherf**er not payin rent dead showin others to evict, brain