Twisted Insane - A Night Out lyrics

[Intro: Reporter #1] ? Went down and cut up the body and then they took part of the body and they put it in a ravine area underneath some branches They took the head and the arms in a trash bag, threw it in the trunk of their car, stopped at the McDonald's drive thru because..of course..they were very hungry after all this..and then went to Black Hawk State Park and dumped it in the man hole [Intro: Reporter #2] After they did all this..right? After they k**ed this girl,after they tried to burn her body, after they cut her up, dismembered her, they smoked some weed then they went to went right to McDonald's and they ate [Verse 1: Trizz] Swervin' and parkin' We all on the street Twisted Insane in the pa**enger seat He told me I'm good when I come, that's deep I show him the same, if he come that's b n***as got beef so we packin' some heat n***as is deep so we packin' the jeep Who actually G 'Cause we bout to see Who really get active who down to go creep f**in with me and you'll probably lose sleep Havin nightmares about me like Freddy and weep n***as got money but talkin' is cheap You pay for protection, like b**hes you weak I go to a block and get love 'cause I'm me You kissin' they a** 'cause you scared to get beat I'm solo, I'm dolo 'n' hella discreet Cross me like Jesus, get wrapped in the sheet Pull up to functions, don't show my ID Just walk up like f** it, they let me in free b**hes be on us, they buyin' us drinks They f** with this G sh**, they love how we speak We take 'em on missions, you take 'em to eat She holdin' my knife in her purse with the weed We argue a lot but sh**, that's what I need f**in we f** 'til she weak at the knees b**h I don't party, I'm posted with G's Smokin' on tree, drinkin' on E's R.I.P Caddy, my n***a OD 'cause he was that dope and was servin' emcees Wanted for weed, we family indeed Call that the heartshed and black when I bleed Eyes bloodshot like I'm freebasin' speed The devil be callin', I pick up and leave [Hook (x2)] These n***as be trippin', they comin' to get it We bout to get active It really can happen, It can get crackin' Pull up and hop out with action It can get tragic, wrapped up in plastic Ashes to ashes Put that b**h in a casket This is my pa**ion I'm workin' this magic [Verse 2: Twisted Insane] Night time Fixin' to write rhymes for the end tho