[Intro]
Mmhmm... That's real
It's so amazing, ya feel me?
It's so amazing, y'all feel me on this?
Man, I need y'all to feel me on this, n***a whatever you gotta do to feel me on this muthafucker
Take ya glass or muthafuckin drink, n***a, getchya muthafuckin weed like
Ay, ay, ay, let em know who you is homie...

[Verse 1]
That n***a that's (tryin the E?)
(Kept smokin the weed?) and take off with the heat
N***as don't know about Twisted Insane when I'm dumpin away in the passenger seat
Hit em with two and then one to the noggin, dumpin on n***as like I was bin laden, al-Qaeda ya, puttin these bodies in coffins
Finally somebody sicker that's droppin
Puttin these bodies in death when I pop em
A prophecy like I was Christopher Walken
In Insidious til I run ovah ya? doster
Run up on n***as, so sick about talkin bout what they was talkin
Steadily mad cause they bitches was gawking "who's that n***a walkin?!"
Twisted Insane, bitch!
And I feed yo brain bitch!
Don't fuck around when you come to the house because I eat yo brain bitch!
(That brainsick)
Uh, yeah you can say that again
Ya bettah go tell the Vatican that imma have to get the bat again
Doin (?) so n***a fuck Anakin cause I'm Darth Vader
(Luke, come to the dark side!)
A hundred and fifty seconds later, all these marks died and I was smashin away, flag hangin in the dark ride
[Chorus]
Cuz we can get our rap on, and we can get our scrap on (?) in the wind
Bitch you will get scarred up, n***a get your bars up
And yes I can bend you, but I would rather send you walking in the wind
Bitch you ain't no hooker hoe yous a hooker

[Verse 2]
And I got the bitch that's down to get stripped and get paid
Hit em when I run up on em like the (?) hand grenades
That leaving a n***a dazed and leaving a n***a fucked
Goin up in a circle like duck duck duck duck, goose
And I'm off of juice the OE, and you acting like you really know me
Bitch please, there was a n***a name these bitches will do anything
To fuck with the twisted insane, like give me major brains
This is a major thing, fucking these bald head bitches is looking like they Major Payne
Gold tooths and everything, no change up in they purse
These bitches is on the chopping blocks so make arrangements for they hearse
I spit in the microphone with no remorse, and homie I spit that daygo shit in every every every verse
So bitch you better recognize my name, and I'm already a legend in this game
And you know what?

[Chorus]