Twisted Insane - He's The S#!t lyrics

[Verse 1] I used to jack off in the night time and write rhymes lumpy Give my cakes off and I take off like a two face bumpy Watchin these b**hes on TV that's bigger than Humpty Dumpty I am the sh** and only sport outfits that's greener than Gumby And I get the type of attention that Denzel Wa- Shington would if he walked through the sick car wash b**hes jumpin up and pullin out titties, p**y squirting They never thought for the day that they'd ever see me in persons They got me posted with the Chinese dude in the room Looks like the kid from Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom But he was cool and had shrooms in the basement and taken And I'd be alright if his fingers didn't start lookin like bacon It could'a been good night in the casket and then i was ghost n***a Take a thing for the casa roll, put the blunt on a toast n***a Dice it up with pepper and eggs, scrabble with it Wild out, take a sh** on your fortune And then say that Nick Cannon did it [Hook] He don't care about no b**h and he's always on his grind With a fat a** sack, a Cadillac and a big ol' King Kong dick I used to jack off in the night time and write rhymes lumpy Give my cakes off and I take off like a two face bumpy(bad motherf**er) He's the sh** [Verse 2] Known for the take off with your face off like Helter Skelter Tramp with the bane, then eat his brain like it's a Hamburger Helper Keep right out the ill punchline and had him with them But I gas faster than Carl Lewis without the f*ggot in him You think you be the only one bustin You gon see us clear out when n***as sign It's some nuisance next I play circles around n***as and rope you under the table And liquid a**es got sh** from the clit to the nail I mean dimonds in your p**y piercing, real custom Thinking about p**y and dimond makes me wanna bust one I got a big ol King Kong dick, big and girthy Love when b**hes s** on my sh** like it's a slurpee I love a b**h whose p**y squirt and get gummy But I more than love a b**h who work and get money And I'm a fiend for the Brainsick nympho Feeding her fried bear and hair Don't be scared for them signals [Hook] He don't care about no b**h and he's always on his grind With a fat a** sack, a Cadillac and a big ol' King Kong dick I used to jack off in the night time and write rhymes lumpy Give my cakes off and I take off like a two face bumpy(bad motherf**er) He's the sh** [Verse 3] I'm in the room with the O.E bottle and the p**no And I'd rather eat porchetta sauced up over digiorno And you say a n***a ain't no saint, b**h bonjourno And I'm sick of this four braids that I'm normally cornrow I call it the advanced playa writing for no scrubs I hit you n***as f**ing up and tryin fix it on the dubs Would they say a n***a went mainstream Even if I cut off your b**hes arm and f**ed her with it til the sh**s gangrene? I mean I gotta be the god damn man, eating all that spam Hold on a minute while I open this can *opens can and drinks* That's the ticket Shoot you in the stomach for another hole for me to stick my dick in I'm in the kitchen off a bow of Top Ramen I turn an omen to amen And I ain't rich little b**h I'm not common I'm a n***a that'll shoot that thang And put two in your brain Leavin them stains cuz they f** with the game, Twisted Insane [Hook] He don't care about no b**h and he's always on his grind With a fat a** sack, a Cadillac and a big ol' King Kong dick I used to jack off in the night time and write rhymes lumpy Give my cakes off and I take off like a two face bumpy(bad motherf**er) He's the sh**