Twisted Insane - Sickological

Song Rating: 9.34/10

Song lyrics:

[verse 1]

And Im a n***a thats sick-o
Jackin on my dick with the blood from the chick that I split
I am that nympho
I gotta make sure that she dead when I f** a n***a b**h
cos a n***a really love that
Scissor the b**hes p**y and put it on the blades of the k**ah
Tellin ya where the slugs-at
Fallin up out the p**y with the rest of the razor blades for the k**ah
I am the demon if you wanna keep pretendin I will keep runnin up into your home (fore the time go?)
And I walked up in that mothaf**a hanging on your WIFE and you DAUGHTER and your SON with a blindfold
Movin through the hall whackin and then starin from bedroom to bedroom keep peepin em
(?) (?) (?) trippin and just feindin to eat
But I know that I smell the blood of and Englishman

[lots of screaming, potentially from one of Twisted Insanes victims]

And have a mothaf**a coming
Suitable to get the rest of the body ready for the stomach
Saw this sh** on TV
An turned around and told the homie that I already have done it
Already off the gin
Finna be off of sin
Creepin around the den
Gettin faded on tha mothaf**in block
(coppin?) up on a blunt
n***as dont wanna stunt
Pull up and get dumped
You will and everyone you know is gettin shot
cos imma be some nutcase
Murder murder whatchu talkin bout
Im ready to see whatchu was about
And homie we can touch (bases?)
And look into the eyes of the devil and you gon weep without a doubt
cos n***a Im a PSYCHO
Lookin up under the bed for bloody bodies in my visions
And I give a f** what n***as say about me cos a mothaf**as always ready to bust slugs with precision

[Chorus] x2
need go head and let me shoot that mothaf**a
I just keep dumpin on em, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
SERVED you mothaf**as!
Droppin like flies, 40 droppin, cigarette droppin, n***as tryna run

[verse 2]

Some n***as want me to gas, and rap fast all the time
Some n***as want me to slow upp, so they can hear every line
But Im a-619
South East San Diego
You come up in that fine line you get your brains mixed with prego
I aint no b**h a** n***a
I aint no gay a** phony
I aint you
I aint scared of no n***a to come for me homie
These n***as rap that sh** (k** n***as)
But they aint clack they sh**
Im official they prolly in they house with some big fat b**h
I love when n***as hate
And got my name in they taste
But when Im all in they face
This is all that they say
I love your sh** I love your spit
Yous the reason I rap
I love this song I love that song
And all of that crap
I dont give a f** bout my life
So what makes you think
I give a solitary FUCK
About your wife and kids?
I wipe the blood with the bin
And take a sh** on your face
I ainnt no mothaf**in joke
You get your life erased


Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 02:30