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Sickopatomous Lyrics - Artist : Twisted Insane
They don't ever talk about it when I want to break bread
Somebody better tell him every time I pull up on your block you better play dead Turn your brain red, ain't no bigger why you pick your people like a bass head If you really think it's funny, we gon' get the money homie, get up in the day bread and I mayhem Every time a nigga want up in a situation Motivation Fucking everybody like it was a fornication No relation Everybody want to question demon that your facing What you taking? Why don't you get up in the next lane when I'm racing? Chewed up raisin Now it's gettin' to the point a nigga really feel annoyed And I'm coming with the AK-47's in the freezer while you build a toy Murder everybody when they coming off, I laugh, I never really feel the void There is generic you was always looking at the real McCoy Now you really, really feel the void, ain't no basic Drinking like it was some big ol' tittys in my face, no, don't chase it, taste it Rolling me about a half ounce while you take dick I be damn if anybody better want to come in and say shit Take this to a different level and I mean those generations Never let me off a leash running like a beast, acting like I'm caged in What you talking 'bout? I want to kill a nigga, shit, no relation Ain't no way in hell, blood, I raised made men, eyes looking at vision Ain't no way you little motherfuckers get to turn around and talk shit on me I'm a spider, they be in the night time, when you finally want to go to sleep I am Darth Vader with a lightsaber and I promise they will never be sickopatomous Bitch, sickopatomous Sickopatomous Who is talking to the devil? Ain't nobody on the level with the Brainsick flow Ain't no love, homie, get up out of their room I don't give a shit if nigga's want to thinking they can get up in the weight room Nigga, they loom, I hope you really with the shit, they always saying they goon But we gon' really find out, blood, when I'mma go click clack, let the K boom Shit, stay tuned, grab the pliers, Michael Myers shit Why don't you come a little? Big hose or get thrown in a fire pit? Ain't no way in hell you fail, but hell's my environment Nigga, and I will never stop, ain't no retirement Feel the wrath, now it's about to be a fucking bloody bath And I'm coming back to murder all they pack if anyway I'm happy, they don't want to task You will never last, I'm all laughin', everybody told me I belong up in the trash Now I'm in the front seat, hella brackin' on 'em in a green 6'4 rat You mad? Woke up at about 5AM bracking, MAC-10 To the racing station still slapping like back then Ton of bitches wanna come in, what's happenin', captain?? If you wanna ride the Brainsick train, well, then strap in Blast when I'm in the front seat, turn fatal They don't want it wit me in a minute, I'mma get to chewing nigga's alfredo What's for dinner anyone can get a hit when a spinach dipped in preggo Better hurry up and leave and I don't want no weenie bitches at my table I'm able, tornados, haha Ain't no way you little motherfuckers get to turn around and talk shit on me I'm a spider, they be in the night time, when you finally want to go to sleep I am Darth Vader with a lightsaber and I promise they will never be sickopatomous Bitch, sickopatomous Sickopatomous Who is talking to the devil? Ain't nobody on the level with the Brainsick flow |
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