Twisted Insane - Elm Street lyrics

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Twisted Insane - Elm Street lyrics

[Verse 3 - Twisted Insane] On Elm Street with Freddy Krueger runnin ready Eddy Scissorhands I know motherf**ers that'll off your baby mama n***a for about a grand If they really wanna turn around and go and play a b**h move I can bring the devil right up in your kitchen, you be sweatin' What the f**, I thought you was the man You could be just walkin' hand in hand, I'm in the minivan and I be lurkin' Pull up on you, roll the window down and I been waiting just to put the work in It's that Floor Boards, you want more gore? Pull up on you, hit you with the four door Got a n***a fiendin' for the horrorcore And them big fat beef curtains I was always into dark sh**, and them b**hes always Wanna get to know a n***a that was settled different but a Motherf**er became so heartless Sit up on the roof and wait about a week to get my target Talkin' sh**'ll get you eradicated from the Brain, don't play smart, b**h! Really? You don't want me, silly-dilly Hit 'em with the milli, smokin' on the Philly I be in the corner by myself, lookin' like some nutcase b**hes always wanna come around a show and give a n***a that f** face All they really get is maybe diggin bullets, trash bags and duct tape Murder, wake 'em up and then I make a n***a swallow bullets If you wanna go against a demon, I'mma bring it to you in the fullest Talkin' like he really wanna run on with the ammunition, get to bussin' I'mma have this motherf**er really fussin' when a n***a pull it -You don't want that though- n***a, that's that sick sh** Shoot 'em up then zip them In a bag, give toe-tag Yep n***a, them my victims Anybody wanna go to battle better ask who you kiddin' Signed to the BrainSick so I keep it brainsickin' n***a, mashin' a b**h's face like potatoes Feed a n***a more God of War like I'm Kratos Bussin' 'em and I hit 'em with the fully auto Then eat 'em up like tomatoes You know, tom-ah-to, tom-ay-to... Ever since I was 13, I always knew how to steal cable We ain't never had a dime and always got handouts and sh** Keep on try'na stand out and sh** They gon' be yellin' "man down" in here, brain!

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