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Twisted Insane

King Cobra

 

King Cobra

(альбом: Voodoo 3 - 2021)


How they want it with the Brainsick gone beast?
I been living up in Hell's Kitchen where they teach me no peace
Wanna do it, you a fool, think about a pitbull, no leash
I be killing everybody in the game, Twisted Insane on Bs
I mean, think about it, homie, they don't even really make them like me
Anybody wanna come and get it, they throw wood, I chop trees
I am undefeated, they can beat it, I be in the right top on these
How the fuck a nigga make a hundred songs then come with no heat
Stop! Mowing over like a running back with the rock
I'm a different level in the game, I bring pain, blood, you not
Even close, come and get a toast, I get ghost when I pop
Every time a nigga get up in the booth I spit those hot rocks
Stop! I will never do it till I'm on top
I will die try'na get high as the Mountain, ?not rocks?
I mean, ain't nobody even left, take one step and get dropped
Look around, where'd they all go? I don't know, I'm still hot
I'ma go and get a bag of swag, how much you got?
Don't think you finna hit this shit, nigga, you not
Give a nigga six feet, blood, don't come on this block
Run around up in the underground, might drown in Ciroc
Used to run around like Deebo, what the fuck do you got
On my 40 ounce, I'ma go and bounce niggas domes till they pop
No pretending, nigga, best to running 'fore they watch a casket go drop
I don't wanna leave and be a nightmare, but the Brainsick's forgot
They be all up in the comments, "he's too fast when he raps, nigga"
I don't really give a rat's ass, smoke your favorite rap like a fat Swisher
Every time I walk up in the door they go "fuck, it's that nigga"
20 years in the game and still here, facts, nigga
Whoo! Liable, your right hand on the Bible
Murder rate ?the right vibe? with the Bloods and Crips and the Pirus
No one is [?] until they run into Michael
They will all meet their rival, there's no one who may survival
Shit, people tell me I'm a nutcase like Manson
Maybe there's sum'n to this shit, don't know, go ask him
Tie 'em up in the basement, then hold them for ransom
Heckle, checkle, necro-mancing

One, two, three, four
Spend my time try'na get all
Master rap roller
I ain't try'na sit in here sober
Get the brain in the Range Rover
Green like okra
Try'na get my shit like Oprah
Bracking, blood, nigga, move over
On the green sofa
Wifey in the room bent over
Hit the limo, ten chauffeur
I'm the King Cobra
Cobra, Cobra, Cobra
Bracking till I'm old like Yoda
Hit the I-5 with the welcome Southeast to East open
Hold up one time, don't roll up
I'm the King Cobra
Cobra, Cobra, Cobra
Got the whole rap game sewed up
And they all know it
I be cooking all this lil' rocks
Like I'm in the kitchen with the baking soda
Yep, King Cobra

Mmh, anyone come
Death, they wanna meet it, I'ma keep it one hun'
I just want a billion and maybe one ton
Cook 'em all until the meat is really done-done
When them see me coming, tell 'em better run-run
No love for them, fuck 'em all and come-come
Grease up, triggers I deliver, dump-dump
Thump, Brainsick Muzik give 'em lump-lump
Now I'm back and everybody wanna run and hide out
Better go and get your mama, tell her that you can't see with the lights out
?Kung Pow-yao?, chop a nigga with a Bruce Lee kick, hiyao
Pull up on a nigga, hopping out and hit 'em with a bing-bing, then ride out
Dig an eye out, everybody coming hot till they die out
Nowadays when I hear shit they all sound like doodoo
Where's Voodoo? Hurry up and drop before I go cuckoo
All I wanna do is hear the Brainsick, now I don't know what to do
When is he gonna fall off? Don't wait, it's far-fetched
Represent for the Brain game, when I take aim I target
Staring at 'em with a 44, they all know I'm heartless
Kill 'em where the nigga standing and step over your carcass
Promise I'ma never back out, pull the strap out when they start shit
Real life they get beamed up, stay greened up, real park shit
Stayed up like all night in the bush for my target
Now niggas wanna stay home if it's on when the dark hit
Triv

One, two, three, four
Spend my time try'na get all
Master rap roller
I ain't try'na sit in here sober
Get the brain in the Range Rover
Green like okra
Try'na get my shit like Oprah
Bracking, blood, nigga, move over
On the green sofa
Wifey in the room bent over
Hit the limo, ten chauffeur
I'm the King Cobra
Cobra, Cobra, Cobra
Bracking till I'm old like Yoda
Hit the I-5 with the welcome Southeast to East open
Hold up one time, don't roll up
I'm the King Cobra
Cobra, Cobra, Cobra
Got the whole rap game sewed up
And they all know it
I be cooking all this lil' rocks
Like I'm in the kitchen with the baking soda
Yep, King Cobra

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