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King Cobra
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Twisted Insane
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How they want it with the Brainsick gone beast? I been livin' 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 killin' 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 thesе How the f*ck a nigga make a hundred songs thеn come with no heat Stop! Mowin' 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 f*ck do you got On my 40 ounce, I'ma go and bounce niggas domes till they pop No pretendin', nigga, best to runnin' '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 "f*ck, 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-mancin' 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 Brackin', 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 Brackin' 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 cookin' 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 comin', tell 'em better run-run No love for them, f*ck '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, hoppin' out and hit 'em with a bing-bing, then ride out Dig an eye out, everybody comin' 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 Starin' at 'em with a 44, they all know I'm heartless Kill 'em where the nigga standin' 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 Brackin', 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 Brackin' 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 cookin' all this lil' rocks Like I'm in the kitchen with the baking soda Yep, King Cobra
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