| Mmhmm… That’s real
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| It’s so amazing, ya feel me?
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| It’s so amazing, y’all feel me on this?
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| Man, I need y’all to feel me on this, nigga whatever you gotta do to feel me on
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| this muthafucker
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| Take ya glass or muthafuckin drink, nigga, getchya muthafuckin weed like
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| Ay, ay, ay, let em know who you is homie…
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| That nigga that’s (tryin the E?)
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| (Kept smokin the weed?) and take off with the heat
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| Niggas don’t know about Twisted Insane when I’m dumpin away, (got the body
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| deceased?)
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| Hit em with two and then one to the noggin, dumpin on niggas like I was bin
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| laden, al-Qaeda ya, puttin these bodies in coffins
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| Finally somebody sicker that’s droppin
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| Puttin these bodies in death when I pop em
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| (A prophecit?) like I was Christopher Walken
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| (Insidious til I run ovah ya?) doster
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| Run up on niggas, so sick about talkin bout what they was talkin
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| Feelin they mad cause they bitches was (gawkin) «who's that nigga walkin?!»
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| Twisted Insane, bitch!
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| And I feed yo brain bitch!
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| (No fuck around when ya?) come to the house because I eat yo brain bitch!
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| (That brainsick)
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| Uh, yeah you can say that again
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| Ya bettah go tell the Vatican that imma have to get the bat again
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| Doin (?) so nigga fuck Anakin cause I’m Darth Vader
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| (You, come to the dark side!)
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| A hundred and fifty seconds later, (all these?) (?) died and I was smashin away,
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| flag hangin in the dark ride |