Twisted Insane - Eat The Evidence lyrics

[Intro] Into the darkness... Through the tunnels of abyss [with a psycho?] Twisted Insane Eat the evidence Ha ha ha ha ha ha [Verse 1] He didn't hear me creep He reached for the heat, so I shot him in his perm Why the f** you think a n***a go from town to town because a n***a put it down like I was [Gotti?] off of sherm The roof's on fire, let the motherf**a burn And they will nevah learn to unda-estimate my visions I'm sicka than [pneumonia?] and I come from California, we run up ya, my n***a, [we do?] dig for exhibitions Break n***a's jaws in the middle of the street, I got people that's [stealin?] evil, [than when?] take a n***a fade [Hurtin her?], nobody heard of na', but I've been servin the purpose, we finna bust up in they crib, that's on the gang So brainsick... Think about a n***a when I pop one in my clip f** a b**h! I'm so aggressive, I cut a n***a, disection, [get the rest of this?] [?], take a bath in his guts and sh** I'm Gang Green n***a, don't be talkin 'bout we on the same team Bullsh**! I just bought a new K, shoulda seen the look on a n***a face when a mothaf**a pulled it Rag on my face, gang bangin with the pistol out the window, finna whistle to ya momma house In the end, everyone of you muthaf**as can feel the wraith of a n***a that'll blast, [bring the drama?] out Shoot the block up, hit my n***a Key Loom, tell em that a n***a needa come [and boast?] I'm doin the [smoochles?] [?] [did it?] in broad daylight, pick a flight to the [poker?] [?] Now homie, I'm 5150, blood on my dick, strictly infurious n***a to put you in a tomb Filla fo' realla, k**, [pilla?], Godzilla [villain?], when I'm pullin b**hes all up out the womb, I'm Twisted Insane! [Bridge] [Eat the evidence] I want him to carve me with blade... [Eat the evidence] I want no mercy... [Eat the evidence] [Hook X2] I will get him up, we gon get em up Let's just split em up I don't give a f** [Happy clown?] pick him up, then they zip him up [Verse 2] I woke up out my sleep with the Devil at my feet Lookin at me like I was [something?] about to [be?] But maybe it was something 'bout the evidence I eat Should have of never known because I'm always on the creep n***as always lookin at me cuz I throw grenades... And I will take a muthaf**in fade Take a bullet from the clip and put it in your face [And if they clear, might?] hop over the gate Outta Diego, California come the Twisted Insane! Who just smokin, puffin on the doja Got so many individual wolfin at the lip, I told you Imma get my sh**, well muthaf**a, thought I told ya Risen from the Belly of the Beast, and turn the [beats into peach-red pieces of?] [?] Brainsick [If I only could witness the phone and take a baffler?] up on a mission, [and they were listenin to this spit game sick?] Psycho, finatical, I will scribe one in ya dome [And may go?] mothaf**as by the minute Might get a little faded off of doja, [but you might think that I'm Popey by the way a n***a's slurpin off of spinach?] I'm givin a f**, and givin it up, [a n***a by? my side Suddenly, I will be the one to first take flight There's so many n***as that's runnin cuz I be dumpin and have em throwin up mucus and bloody piss all night! Aim for the brain, [?] cuz we shoot [from the?] [?] to the afro Aim for the [main frame?] [?] [a**hole?] Cuz I be on a muthaf**in fence For me to make a mistake, it will be no kinda sense I am the one to be posted up [and?] [?] whenever you wanna get away [?] the evidence [Bridge] [Eat the evidence] I want him to cut off my toes... and my feet [Eat the evidence] I want him to cut off my toes... and my feet... and work allll the way up [Eat the evidence] [Hook] You have a hard on already?