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Behind The Mask Lyrics - Artist : Twisted Insane
Laying down sitting on the couch all [?]
As I travel the globe People come to my shows And they want to know What's behind the mask Is that twisted insane? Oh my God it is I think he's the best, and he raps so fast I don't know how he do it Man I heard he ain't human I heard he's a ghost I heard he's a demon I heard he's a monster Ain't from this world What's behind the mask? Brain The mask, the mask, the mask My war paint designed to strike fear and reveal the monster inside A representation of the demon within A visual to my soul A symbol of my presence When I enter this mask, I enter my realm I see the world as is and as is the world sees me [?] Ha Ha Ha Ha I can already hear you talking twisted is the wicked so we talking about the heat or he be rapping too fast I be reading every comment on my facebook and youtube and even on my twitter when they wolfing that trash And its behind the mask always talking in subliminals But tell me why the police want to label me a criminal Under estimate me I'm a motherfucking general I'll pull a razor blade and get to chopping off your genitals And I could be drunk driving up outta crash man Foot up on the pedal as I put ya in the gas tank Filled it with the octane Take a moment to be silent for the people dyin living life up in the fast lane I'm Jason and Freddy mixed with a little Eddie - Scissorhands and chopping people up into confetti Left them laying in the street chest looking like spaghetti I be standing on the corner if you want me come and get me It's like Amityville but on the real sometimes I feel like I'm a demon Doesn't matter who I do believe in I used to be afraid when it was dark Now I sit without the candle burnin posted with my forty and my weed in I bet you feeling real safe when you talk shit from your keyboard in your home, quiet as a mouse Don't know who you was fucking with I could be the one to get a fully loaded gun and get to breaking in your house Told your people I'm the wrong One to bring the funk into Niggas think it's music but I really bring the heat Chewin through your face, murder was the case See the demons all around me every time a nigga try to speak Thought about chopping off the feet there will be no running When I cut you up I'll put you in a room full of pain I'm getting sick and tired of all the people on the internet That's wolfing up but they don't really want to see insane They ain't phasing my sick They ain't phasing my sick They ain't phasing my sick They ain't phasing my nigga They ain't phasing my sick They ain't phasing my sick They ain't phasing my sick They ain't phasing my nigga Real pain, redrum Real pain, redrum Real pain, redrum Real pain, redrum They tell me I'm a devil because the way I spit it Tell me gets em reminiscing to a kind of wicked genius You find out what's behind the mask you're running from it Why don't you erase the dark and tell me what you want and if you need it Hopin this enough to win them over but they feeling me The fact that you continue with this crap it often killing me I never change my content If you bangin bring your niece and told me Please you stupid bitch cause that would jeopardize the enemy You'll never get the realer me Niggas run up and get knocked out then I put the shit on Instagram Nigga better back up he can act tough He was fruity as the motherfucka Toucan Sam Nigga that was sega genesis They don't want to see behind the mask because they be look into the eyes of horror death So mytholical and diabolical I'll rearrange your itty-bitty brain and put my symbol on your chest Turnin your room into a mess Pissin on your dress and while you get your blessin not to mention on the bloody walls Fuck your negativity if you ain't got no Righteous shit to say about a niggas shit don't say that shit at all I be looking at the feed Smoking on my weed Take a hit and get to trippin while you motherfuckers wolf If I hear somebody say I might to get to thinking that I mustve fucked his bitch at a show and she hooked When it come to pimpin' I'mma play it by the book Walk behind a nigga yous the shadow of a pimp And everything you hoes Ever done To me we young Number one Reason I have hate for a bitch Skip to my lou and kick rocks when you dip Fuck 'em and I cut 'em bitch you already know Pick your poison and bring your boys in this motherfucker so they can come and carry the body out the door |
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