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lirik lagu twisted insane – bleed

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[intro]
-daddy, do you k!ll people?
-do i k!ll people? if i have to, baby girl
-do they feel pain?
-hmm. sometimes
-my daddy’s gon’ k!ll you!
-*chuckles*
(‘i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work!’)
-brainsick!

[verse 1]
out the graveyard like a zombie on the walking dead on a&e
put ’em in a cage deep in the basement for disobeyin’ me
redrum, redrum, could’ve been a month, shit, it really don’t matter
normal turned out be ho and shit is not okay with me
i be on the type of shit to make you think i’m vorhees times ten
[?] you foamin’ out the mouth the more heed i’m in
i’m with bl–dy mary and the candyman every day all day
look a nigga in the face, no disgrace, leave no trace, i goes in
drag a nigga through the woods like i’m on the hunt for bigfoot
flee, hit them in the knee, put the recipe in cookbook
do you wanna see a demon in the flesh, then take a look
it will be a minute when i get up in a nigga, they all will be shook
i’m godzilla, guts hangin’ where ya nuts hangin’ nigga ed gein
and i spend about an hour everyday in a dark room dissecting
chop a nigga ear off so he can’t hear off my checking
then talk into that motherfucka like “testing, testing, testing”
run if a nigga want to stay hit with that bottle
same when a motherfucker showtime at the apollo
hit a b-tch up with the 619 like rey mysterio
with a mask on my face lookin’ like a nigga was sin cara
i’m brazy, mama never raised me to be no punk nigga
walk up on you, shoot you in the face and then i put your body in a trunk with a
b-tch with a big rump in her, choppin’ everybody head off
i don’t really wanna get the lead off, i just wanna get a slam dunk with her

[hook x8]
get ya muddy
shotties, bl–dy
bodies, blood, i
put in work

[verse 2]
don’t be all up in my face tryin’ to blow shit
people tryin’ too hard to be noticed
do you wanna see a dead body, won’t you people scatter like roaches
shaka zulu, black magic, voodoo, hocus pocus
knife’ll go in ya, soul might go with ya
how the fuck you compare a nigga when my flow is so sicker
i don’t really give a shit about like ‘who can go quicker’
when i murder anybody when i get up on a mic, i deliver
hoistin’, mouth spittin’ like it’s poison
i been ready, bring your boys in ‘fore i murder this stupid muh’fucka!
o-dog say you be actin’ like a b-tch nowadays
really and i be on go-ahead-and-k!ll-everybody just to shoot this muh’fucka
brainsick, i be on a different richter
scale, i hit ’em with the illin’ then i gotta peel ’em, in ’em on a good one tonight
werewolf a motherfucker every time a full moon is out
i might turn into benicio del toro and take flight
nigga, i’m cuckoo, voodoo
knockin’ through a nigga’ speakers
i don’t really give a fuck if i ain’t got shit but two tweeters
fuck you talkin’ ’bout a dollar?
i ain’t never had a motherfuckin’ penny
i’m that same nigga, used to have to wear
duct tape around my sneakers
brainy, people lookin’ at me like a nigga was a weirdo
but i don’t give five fucks, two nuts or a chewed up earlobe
i told everybody i was gonna hit the game up with a bang
but these motherfuckers wanna run around and actin’ like a nigga don’t hear though, just bleedin’