No Rest For The Wicked
(专辑: In My Darkest Hour - 2017)
[Twisted Insane:] No rest Bath salt, everybody always coming to me I'm a
asshole I
don't really give a
you know I
be eating the
pussy like it was Tabasco Don't you worry lil mama, I
ain't with the
drama, get up out that castle Smash on 'em so fast, bet you was the
last, I'm finna laso Pass yo ass sit in this trashcan, got damn I
mean Know what so what? I
don't give no fucks, bitch go get clean Tied the
bitch up with a
blindfold, yo can die hoe with the
223 Follow me, I'm on a
mission, get up out the
kitchen if a
nigga too much heat Lava Run up in 'em with the
fang They don't wanna bang When I
hit the
party I'ma get the
bang and get to knocking candy out yo pinata Take another hit got me feeling kinda nigga was a
super villian With venom maybe I
should bend 'em when I'm in the
building someone get a
doctor Roll up on 'em in a
pedal Heat up out window smoke 'em like a
hookah Brainsick and they want it with gang bang like I'm kunta Every time he come up with the
bread he short like he lumpa I
don't wanna have to hit a
nigga block like doo doo doo Hold up he don't ever say no, I
am walking with a
halo Could be fatal if I
pull up on 'em with the
black mask the
space ghost What you think bro? Should I
really murder everybody go ahead and take notes? Get away bro, I'm hit shit that's more quicker then fay-go Tornado, spin when I'm full of sin and that's daily Ain't now way to maintain bitch, my brain sicker than rabbies Them can leave now ain't no way fo them to phase me Then stare down the
barrel all night bitch I'm brazy no rest [C. Ray:] I
don't play, I
don't snooze, somebody making the
news Run in ya safe for ya jewels, pursue me I'm shakin 'em loose You can stay looking over your shoulder till I
wind up catching you slipping [?] 'cause there is no rest for the
wicked [Twisted Insane:] Pardon my french I
ain't spose to Clap when I'm in the
back like I'm Rosa Poe one when i'm in the
hole blowing doja Now, but a
nigga brack and I
told ya Stuck and I
need the
weed that I'm use to Done, but I'm hella one with the
buddah Sit up on the
porch with the
brew And if he come though then I'll Do Ya Someone hit the
block moving hella slow and I
don't know 'em fuck that In a
minute I'ma tell the
homie hit the
bushes nigga for the
muskrat Told me tryna walk up on me after wolfin I
don't wanna shake ya hand I
don't give a
damn I'm looking at his mannerisms with hammer ready and I
bust back Wake up in the
morning hop up in the
booth Burn 'em up and I'm in it way to bic Gotta keep it going and they ain't really knowing that my brain on sick Try to get up on the
radio they like we don't play this shit 5 4 3 2 1
I'm done with this same old shit Voodoo Obviously I'm really with it shoot for the
face Went up and grabbed a
hen couple minutes later murder was the
case Hurry up and hop up in the
whip and hit the
corner like I'm being chased Never did I
ever stutter ain't nobody over when I'm in the
race I'm first place Spin when I'm full of sin and that's daily Ain't now way to maintain bitch my brain sicker than rabbies Them can leave now ain't no way fo them to phase me Then stare down the
barrel all night bitch I'm brazy no rest [C. Ray:] I
don't play, I
don't snooze, somebody making the
news Run in ya safe for ya jewels, pursue me I'm shakin 'em loose You can stay looking over your shoulder till I
wind up catching you slipping [?] 'cause there is no rest for the
wicked