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• Artiste: Twisted Insane
• Titre: Joe Jackson/Consigliere
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Fuck that bitch Gimme a bottle and a porno, nigga Ha, ha, ha... Jump up in the pussy like a pogo Stickin', makin' bitches wanna fuck me when I greet ’em Come into my room and you will step into your doom If it’s a baby in your womb, I think it’s prolly ’bout to beat ’em Bring your baby daddy too, I really wanna meet him Take him in a room and tell him how I had your feet up Tell him holy-moly how a nigga had my poll-y Stirrin’ in your guacamole, she’s a fine seniorita Playin' with the pussy while she’s suckin' on my Peter Lay down on your back, I’m ’bout to eat a enchilada I don’t like to talk, but I really want to walk You be fuckin' with Ewoks, my dick is bigger than Chubacca Man down, man down, someone caught a body Walked up in that bitch and hit a nigga with the shotty [Daniel San-in' motherfuckers like I know karate Doin' shit that make you think I was trained by Mr. Miyagi ?On the? club but I be hella picky on my weed Comin’ around with a bomb, better run, that Reggie Bush indeed Push up on you niggas like a bear and I attack ’em Blocka-blocka with the Mac and put you bitches on the street I'm comin' in your window when your family go to sleep You think I'm bluffin'? Go ahead, believe it's only talk I may now put the trigger down and punch you in your liver then I body slam a nigga like the animal in Hulk You won't win a - war against a nigga that's demonic and I'm on it well ain't that about a bitch Niggas think it's music and they get off of the fluid thinkin' I won't do it till they momma found up in a ditch Trigger finger really startin' to feel a fuckin' itch Any minute you gon' find out you was dealin' with a psycho Niggas always get to wishin' wolfin' with the yap Till I take 'em in the back and beat a nigga like he Michael Joe Jackson [x8] Get yo ass whooped like a nigga Joe Jackson (Niggas always get to wishin' wolfin' with the yap Till I take them in the back and beat a nigga like he Michael Joe Jackson) Hit a motherucker with the ass of the Mossberg Nigga you been geeking all day off of cough syrup Nigga you ain't real you are all worse Whoop a nigga's ass in the back of a WalMert Ah, my bad I mean Wal-Mart I'll do a drive by on a golf cart Ten o'clock when I bend the block Crack a motherfucker's skull with a centerblock (HA!) Take a nigga's life, put him in a box Bitches on my dick because I'm in a drop Ran into a nigga, wanna call the cops? Told you niggas I am so unorthodox Murder, murder, murder on the drop of a needle Heavy metal stuck to my side like Magneto Kill a rapper, put him in the trunk of a Regal I don't give a fuck if the nigga know aikido Slip a whole kilo, my amigo then I reload Pow, shoot a nigga's eyeball through a peephole Bang with the aliens, Stitch and Lilo What you know about the maniac in a mink coat Pow, put you nigga's wig back like chemo Leave them with the dolphins, Dan Marino The dope that we towed came from San Bernardino Bullet seep through a nigga's skin like a [?] Money talk, baby, like cough syrup nino We be getting to it like your money [?] Fuck it, I'm the ego when I launch a torpedo Haters suck a dick through a leopard printed Speedo Time for some action, nigga what's crackin'? First hater act, he gon' get a reaction Twisted gon' slap him or Jarren gon' clap him I'll whoop a nigga's ass like Joseph-Walter-Jackson [x8] Get yo ass whooped like a nigga Joe Jackson (Niggas always get to wishin' wolfin' with the yap Till I take them in the back and beat a nigga like he Michael Joe Jackson) [Verse 3: Twisted Insane] Man 1: Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns Man 2: I want him dead! I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground! Man 1: I can lay you out and fill your mouth with your mother's feces, or we can talk Man 2: I might come to you to your house while you're sleeping and I'm gonna cut your throat and then I'll come back and I'll slash your eyeballs. I'll pour gasoline in your eyes Man 1: I will fucking destroy you. I will make it my mission in life