Twisted Insane - Split Up lyrics

Hook x4 Slide through the dark off a night time sh** with a clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up Verse 1 (Twisted Insane) Slide through the dark off a night time sh** with a clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up Brains in my plate and I play with this food 'fore I eat it for the moment I am sick I get up Knife in 'em and I'm on a mission in the middle of the night when everybody put their babies off to sleep I be lurkin all up in the mental while they mention me whenever I be takin motherf**ers off their feet Double it when I be coming and flippin and gonna be poppin at everybody that wanna go up against me n***as already tempt me To put a bullet in your menoodle Send you to funeral trippin up off a Bentley f** your life! Conversation is minimal People tellin me that my music is sendin you subliminals Sick of livin in slums and how you bumpin your gums a motherf**er keep wolfin I'm rippin off n***as' genitals Better make way when the Reaper come, I told you n***as all the visions that are right around the corner! He comin for you it don't matter where you from, I was born and raised in San Diego California With the fully auto with me and I'm off that sh** Put 1 up in you or 2 up in you or 3 up in you or 4 up in you I'm finna fill you with bullets or how you runnin back to the captain I'm wonderin why them motherf**ers said you a fool with it Feelin like I was soon hades the frontal poppin the carnival looking into your soul Say you looked around the world and couldn't find me... I was up in the pitcher house smokin upon a bowl I was up in the murder fest I was up on a roll Fill em with bullet holes then I gotta get away quick People they wanna wolf and they gettin put in a hole n***as they wanna switch but I'm always keepin it sick Brainsyck n***a! Hook x8 Slide through the dark off a night time sh** with a clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up Verse 2 (Dikulz) Slide through the dark off a night time sh** with the clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up Comin to harvest your guts, cuttin the carca**es up Eat your flesh and the rest I zip-up Huh, man I'm gettin a feeling Spitzafrenik, get a medic, gonna be makin a k**in And try to use a lot of blood when they pull through the building And making you a piñata watch you hang from the ceilin Now watch... As i beat em and peat em I cut em and gut em i weed em and clean them I grade them fillet them i even cazeed em Im evily creepin I'm leavin em leakin Yeah ima sever their veins Be clever remember I'ma smother their brains Then they wanna fear the sync of the lyrical chain Firing Squad, Brain Sick yeah remember the name So back-y the f** up before I go chunk em cause i got no time to just mess with you twats Unless you wanna get it, going kamikaze with it I'ma catch your body with it cause you're here to get shot Dead on the spot cause the artform they losin Or let them just rot cause we often just rude to em I'm causing contusions they off in illusion We constantly bruisin them thats what we do to em So i just lash at their face and I grab the duct tape and a sign to explain to them I'm simply amazing I step on the stage and I get really iller, yeah I play with his cranium Alot of people wonder if i took it too far but i tell em hell naw man this ain't sh** Alot of people told me that i need to go in switch but i tell em hell naw cause i gotta stay sick Brainsick! Hook x8 Slide through the dark off a night time sh** with a clean 4-5th and your wrist I split up Verse 3 (Z) Slide through the dark off a nighttime sh** with a thirty four fifths in next time i lever Tryna chop em til they coughin use a formic as a box gonna bounce off when they talk or when hands they don't shiver Spray blood on the picture get a religion for my dinner while sicker than chewin faces off of bath salt thinners Murder fitzginner Blood on my head and the shadow's little blunt lit lurkin on beginners Chop em into pieces Never really had a relationship so almost had it blooded it was jesus True will the meager for the shank to the geekin yeah sick for the prefit or put the blaze to the deakon Sick for a reason Rolled in lovin ima sit out at the nutter when i was fightin with my demons so i can tango with defeat em with the coffins will oblete em for the music that was finna top they got me really leakin, beastin! Man they dock for the look of my face think these d** just kicked in Brainsick from this coke and this weed and this drink so i think ima pull some sick sh** Explicit is when the secret is to overdose Took in the doe for the bros so they don't bleed or boast Sharpen his flows out of his head that says to break the ball Catch em in the dark or let it spark or let it eat their soul Im outa control, and my mouth's f**ed up words on some literal sh** They go tether will split up and have fun to kick it think it's safe to baff include the evidence ?Creeded? the residence, sicko When I have conversations with my stainless And I can warn you about the premeditation But they still go brainless while the squad go "Brainsick"