Twisted Insane - Choppen lyrics

Hit 'em with a Reese's Pieces, but I like 'em on a corner, poppin offa' california I wanna eat their neices Then I wanna run up with a sick unleashes, 9 times out of 10 they got heebie jeebies Run up in the middle with a Swisher Sweet, they gon' get blown when I hit the weed. I hate! n***as that be lookin' at me funny when I'm f**in' with their money I'ma turn 'em into million pieces They don't really wanna with a n***a that be choppen everybody in the middle of the night time sh** Wait who is this n***a?! Twisted Insane! I think ima get a tattoo of this n***a! Hit 'em with venom when I get up in 'em I told everybody that I would be willin' I coulda been off of them when and I coulda been shooting a face when a n***a was grinnin' f**! I'm losing it! Put 'em in the bathroom, where they're tied up, where the anti's fried up, f** a n***a's brains, I shoot 'em in the face and the b**h tied up They don't wanna really get fried up, but I really wanna f** a knee, I got the f** a fee to throw it right at the freezer just so I could keep it for a couple weeks Now take 'em and I put 'em whenever, a weirdo, anybody really wanna come and eat this b**h? Put 'em in a bucket of chicken, finger lickin', with the seasonin', and reheat this sh** Grip this b**h with a pistol grip and then ease this sh**(sh) I ease back and squeeze back and delete this b**h