Twisted Insane - Die Slow lyrics

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane] I was all alone Sitting with the 40 and I get to Reminiscing, checking message on my phone As I get to look and seeing what it was, I get to dreaming Cause it was the b**h and she was saying she was gone!? Wait, hold up, what you talking 'bout? I must've heard you wrong! Is you f**ing with a n***a? b**h, I really up and k** him! Then I get to finding out when I was on the road that you was out there Being home and bringing n***as 'round my children (Around my motherf**ing kids?!?!) b**h, you really got some nerves, like you really never heard Of the words that I say inside a verse, I will curse you Nobody f**s around on my emotions You was thinking it was funny, I will put you in a hearse! And I made a voodoo doll and it was looking like you, really But you must think I am silly, I am serious to d**h... Do us part, don't let me start on all that wicked sh** I bring the gloom and doom onto you if you ever f**ing left... Standing over you when you're asleep at night I'm 'bout to put a knife up in your chest What you really thought, that you can go and f** a n***a and there'll Be no repercussion, but you really think you're blessed? Did you really do the s**? Did he make you cum, get it from the back? Did you s** his dick, like you do me? So you got to gobbling, prob'ly with swallowing, f** him and feed him Now you're wishing that you never knew me Cause I really f**ing put you in a horror movie When they ask who hit it, tell them Black Widow did it f** your life, I'd take it with my hands, if I could But I really think, I should put a scalpel up in it And I'm finna just take his Adam's apple and split it But, if I really did it, then the music is gone And, I don't want to f** around and lose my career For a stupid a** b**h, so I put it in a song But, what about your motherf**ing kids and the stories They be telling me about the n***as you're s**ing at night? You be thinking they be sleeping, when they really peeking at you While you're on your knees, s**ing random n***as' pipes Walk up in the room, it's your doom, hit the lights With the twist of my knife, you'll be laying in blood Brains in my fitted, I remain hella wicked Put a bullet in my chamber, put a b**h up in the mud Die slow! [Outro: Twisted Insane] He told me that his motherf**in mommy was on her knees Kissin' this other mans pee pee b**h i gotta sit here and listen to this type a sh** at night?! sh**, what type a motherf**in sh** that- the f** is wrong with you b**h? What the f** is wrong with you!? And you actin like this sh** is all good and sh**, and like this sh** is all non shilant like everything is cool and sh** you know that? Do you think you can go around and do sh** like this without- motherf**in cussion? Do you think you can do this type a sh** without- I'm on a motherf**in roll and this is the type a sh** gotta get when i come home You a foul a** b**h, I'll take anything in my motherf**in power to come over there and cho- and k** yo' motherf**in a** b**h You havin all types a random a** n***as around my motherfukin kids?! AROUND MY KIDS b*tch!?!?!? [?] (Die slow....)