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Dead Wrong (feat. Twisted Insane & C. Ray)

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Don't make me take my mask off

Unless ya

Ready to catch a fuckin' fast ball

Cause when I

Get to choppin', watch your heads gone

So if ya

Think you can fuck with me, you're dead wrong

Dead wrong

Kids, gather around the campfire and listen up to my stories

Then one day maybe you grow up to be wicked, sick and gory

I will tell you the truth, the stuff your parents don't want you to hear

Here, lend me your ear, and do not have no fear

Real MONSTERS under your bed

They waitin' for you to just lay your head

When you go to sleep, that's when they come out

With big ass teeth and kill your dad, yikes

And they all bite, the werewolves and the vampires

And the big ass oogly-booglies

And the shits that breathe that damn fire

Every motherfucker better carry 9 milla

You can ask anybody who know me, I'm reala'

Get a nigga really kind of sick, but I'm iller

They don't wanna end up in a liquor wine cellar

We're serial known killas

Motherfuckers that'll have niggas like you go hidin' shit (hidin' shit)

Hurry up and find this bitch (find this bitch)

Keep my supersize and shit (shit...)

And that would be gruesome

Put the body all up in a freezer, gotta use 'em

Right next to the bitch that abused 'em

I call 'em the Gruesome Twosome

And you should'a heard how they begged for me

To take off my mask and talk to 'em

But if I did that then I really gotta fuckin' do 'em (do 'em...)

Don't make me take this mask off

And break your fuckin' glass jaw

Take a puff of grass and

Go Jurassic, eat your ass raw

Carcass in the trash

If you're parkin' to the brass

Nigga, don't start with any remarks

I'm sick and the barf is in the bag

Enough of that barkin', bitch, this isn't a game

I'm markin' my targets, inflictin' the pain

Twisted Insane, he told me to kill 'em all

Roll with the villains who sick in the brain

Niggas do nothin' but bitch and complain

So I'mma go dig me a ditch and say "Game!"

And put you motherfuckers out of your misery

'Bout to make history, Hitler was lame!

Mass murder on a massive scale

Laughing as every single casket fill

It's time I go watchin' the enemies in my vicinity

Travel the path to hell

You ain't gonna make it to the panic room, I bet you when I'm

Done, they gon' put me in a padded room

For the gruesome scenes

While I remain elusive from authority's use that screen

Shit, I scream with your bitch

Murder your ass in the booth right quick

Niggas don't want me to move like this

Until they repairin' that tooth I chipped

We call a body count taking score

Add you to it and make it more

And I'm havin' a blast, if I need a mask

I cover my face with yours! So...

Apparently, there were some

People who thought they could fuck with me

They must have been puffin' tree

And thought they were in protective custody

You really must suck to be

Them because I came up and I ruptured three

Organs that they consider to be vital

I'm homicidal with my cutlery

Have you had enough of me

And all of my mischevious ways?

I'm gifted and praised

Burn you up in a ridiculous blaze

Take your Face/Off like Nicolas Cage

We are livin' in the wickedest days

I'm out of my mind, I'm sick and I'm crazed

Sometimes I shoot bullets in every direction

Just so I can see how the shit richochets

And you could'a lucked out, but you chose the fuck route

See, cats like you are nothin' but an infection

It's time to be squeezin' the puss out

Got enough clout, you get stuffed out

And put in the soil soon

With my supervillainy, I got enough artillery

I could destroy the Moon

And I'mma deploy it soon

Killin' your colony, all of these boys are doomed

I do not fight fair, I'm a nightmare

Like Freddy's boiler room

So do not approach me with a hard head

Cause I know that your ass soft

Killin' comes easy, I know you

Don't wanna see me take my mask off

Dead Wrong (feat. Twisted Insane & C. Ray) de Twisted Insane - Letras y Covers