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Twisted Insane

Put It On

 

Put It On

(album: Voodoo 2 - 2021)


How come every time somebody do sum'n wrong to you, and then you react... you know what I'm sayin'? They always gonna say, ah, you're overreacting. I'm not overreacting for shit, nigga! This is my reaction to the fuck shit you doing, nigga! You're, ohh, you're overreacting, no, it ain't no overreacting nothing, nigga!

Why the fuck you wanna get me ignited, striking
Bring you all up in the underworld, I really eat shit like lycan
Ain't no telling just what type of hell I'm finna bring you into when I'm writing
Never knowing who the fuck the enemy when everybody he was fighting
Dealing with the pressure, let that be a lesson, I ain't left the house in days
Walk around this motherfucker sleeping in my shit, I think I should'a shaved
Every time I get the munchies I have to eat a rapper like a Lays
Sit up in the door, that's why every time you see me I be in the shade
(Brainsick to the grave pit) don't nobody wanna touch the King Kobra
Especially the way I rep the B, I'm really based out like Koba
And everybody wanna sit and wonder do I really drink blood like soda
Pop, bet he never stop, 'cause he always greened up like Yoda
It's hard to even stay alive when I'm living half dead
I ain't finna sit and run and talk, I'd rather fill your body with some black lead
All I wanna do is put you in a suit and get you ready for your casket
This nigga wanna talk shit? Psh, that's it
Tell 'em all to get in line and we can have a little battle of the minds
And won't nobody find the body when the train leaves
Take 'em on a little mission, wishing they would quit it with the fucking bitching
I'ma cook a body part up in the kitchen, you don't wanna end up missing with the brain freeze

On mamas I'm with it
They don't want the drama, forget it
On God like I am religious
Pon dem in fire, them die in the flame
All that I know is the bidness
It's not even close, I'm a menace
I am way over the limit
Come get a dose of what's bitter
My brain is on sick
Medication don't stick
Keep on pushing, don't quit
When they say you ain't shit
Bitch, I'm full blown skitz
Keep my heat on lit
I stay blown to bits
Bitch, you won't do shit
Put it on
Put that on sum'n
Put it on
Nigga, put that on sum'n
Put it ooon, nigga
Put that on sum'n
Put it on
Blood, put that on sum'n

My reaction is my fucking reaction, nigga. You scratch me, I'ma slap yo' ass. You slap me, I'ma slap you, nigga, you stab me, I'ma shoot you, nigga, my, my reaction is always gon' be more than yours, nigga! I'm always gon' turn it up! (On Bloods!)

Why the fuck they wanna get me ignited, striking
They gon' really get they head spun with the redrum I'm writing
Looking like a walking zombie with the bomb weed ignited
Never really had no money, I was in the kitchen, nigga, with the knife hits
Redrum on the wall, ain't nowhere to hide when they lurk
Wanna catch 'em in the hall, they will all get this work
Hurry up and live it up, bust bloodstains on my shirt
Now I gotta spend a couple hours in the backyard shoveling dirt
I told 'em all from the get-go with a dead blow, I got no love
Every time I'm in the building all the people freeze up like "Oh, fuck!"
You don't wanna be the one to catch a rap bloodbath when I go nuts
My nigga coming up here? Ah, bitch, so what?
Don't nobody wanna take off just to face off with the demon
Put 'em all up in the basement, they spend all night screaming
I can hear 'em from the bedroom, they dead soon, I leave 'em
They sit up in the whip, watch while they come in, retrieve 'em
Tell 'em all to get in line and we can have a little battle of the minds
And won't nobody find the body when the train leaves
Take 'em on a little mission, wishing they would quit it with the fucking bitching
I'ma cook a body part up in the kitchen, you don't wanna end up missing with the brain freeze

On mamas I'm with it
They don't want the drama, forget it
On God like I am religious
Pon dem in fire, them die in the flame
All that I know is the bidness
It's not even close, I'm a menace
I am way over the limit
Come get a dose of what's bitter
My brain is on sick
Medication don't stick
Keep on pushing, don't quit
When they say you ain't shit
Bitch, I'm full blown skitz
Keep my heat on lit
I stay blown to bits
Bitch, you won't do shit
Put it on
Put that on sum'n
Put it on
Nigga, put that on sum'n
Put it on, nigga
Put that on sum'n
Put it on
Blood, put that on sum'n

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