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Twisted Insane

I Kill

 

I Kill

(album: The Insane Asylum - 2013)


I kill
I kill
I just want these motherfuckers to feel me on some shit
As I sit alone in my dark room
All alone in my dark room

I be living on the dark side
Come take a trip into the brain of wicked
I be having 'em burning and put 'em up in the kitchen
And quit your bitching and flipping, don't get offended with it
My premonition always comes into existence
Was paranoid since I had my forevision
Illuminated like I'm walking on water
I could've been the one that's been walking in your mansion with a hatchet
Slaughter every single woman, even offing your daughter
Nobody's running from the devastation
I'm too mothafucking evil to tell me that I'ma kill off the demons
I never really listen to it
Anybody said I never take it to the head
But now my nigga, I kinda believe 'em
And I can feel it within me, it's like talking
Telling me murder every single person right in front of me
Ya, I don't really know if I should even be listening to this nigga
[?] the one to smoke a blunt with me
Fuck it, maybe a nigga tripping, I'm waking up off of liquor
And maybe it was the shrooms, maybe it was the tombs
Hating my overreaction
I'm sweating like I was fighting a muthafucking baboon
I never really said it but
"Ain't no other rapper really fucking with me
I be choppin niggas into dust"
They be working on their speed but
They ain't really caught up to my delivery
I don't wanna hear you niggas fuss
I walk up in the bar and everybody is crazy
Give me the whole bottle but I don't wanna fucking chase it
Ways to get wasted, take it up to the face and drink it like a pussy and sit back and taste it
Niggas'll need Lasik to see what the fuck I say, when you look into my motherfucking eyes at night
When you talking 'bout the brains you better be careful about what the fuck you talk 'cause you can die on sight
I kill

Run up and I kill
Run up and I kill
Run up and I kill, nigga
Run up and I kill
[?] the nation
Rap assassin motherfucker with the razor blades
I remain the great, rocking your brains, no fazer
And you never really knowing if today's the day
'Cause I kill
Run up and I kill
Run up and I kill
Run up and I kill, nigga
Run up and I kill
[?] the nation
Rap assassin motherfucker with the razor blades
I remain the great, rocking your brains and face
And you never really knowing if today's the day
'Cause I kill

Kill anybody that on the flow
Told you 'bout the devil, what you running for?
I put a bitch right up on her bed if she wanna ho
You're diving in the pussy yelling ho Geronimo
Beer drinker, weed smoker
Finna' get myself into some ign'ant shit
These motherfuckers praying for they life up on their knees
I never really got into that whole religious shit
I'm finna take em to church
Only it's gonna be worth it 'cause I was there chopping bodies up in a hearse
I shred 'em all into ashes for anybody attacking Incredible Hulk
I'm smashing and put 'em up in the dirt
And everybody that running they will all get hurt
Everybody running from the brains to the... hold up
Niggas get their face split up
I pulled the heat to his noggin until that motherfucker gave it up
Every single day I blaze it up
I ain't no motherfucking hype or nothing nigga but I need my weed
I smoke trees indeed
And get to smoking out a motherfucking bong
Tommy Chong and a swisher sweet
Ever seen a murder in the fifth degree?
Lyrically chopping their bodies up into pieces
Eating every single one of 'em like they was Reese's
I put em up in the ground and I cover their face with feces
Yeah, fuck your life, fuck the world, I had a wicked year
I made a deal with the devil he told me that it was settled
When every nigga was dead but (I'm still here)
Nigga, it's so official
It's already there but put your lips on the whistle
I told you that a nigga really doesn't fuck with the system
But I'm moving over motherfuckers like I was a missile right here

Run up and I kill
Run up and I kill
Run up and I kill, nigga
Run up and I kill
[?] the nation
Rap assassin motherfucker with the razor blades
I remain the great, rocking your brains, no fazer
And you never really knowing if today's the day
'Cause I kill
Run up and I kill
Run up and I kill
Run up and I kill, nigga
Run up and I kill
[?] the nation
Rap assassin motherfucker with the razor blades
I remain the great, rocking your brains and face
And you never really knowing if today's the day
'Cause I kill

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