Twisted Insane - Rhyme or Die lyrics

Verse 1 (RcThaHazard) Hazardous sh**, hazardous sound I'll be back in a bit but I'm not backin down I don't rap in a ring but I'm grabbin the crown I don't think ima king but I drink til I drown The beat'll be pounding Elite is surrounded with heat in the street and it keeps me around You can easily see that RC has been down For my freedom I'd need to be deep in the ground Ima.... Do it a little bit differently Get homi....cidal if they got what I need and don't give it to me Serious injuries from delirious industries Drama, trauma, there's really no difference to me Back in the b**h Not givin up Should I rap til im rich Or not give a f** Unstoppable hotness Droppin the raw sh** Haunted or thoughtless Thought I was stuck Thought I was f**ed Tired of givin up I don't give a f** Shocked or you're struck Dont gotta bring it up Rocked with the rough And I Don't give a sh** about popular Forget the pathetic regret it or get it but honestly I am not holdin my breath And they've already sold all the souls to get hold of the checks now they hopin that no one is left Life is the answer if d**h is the question Can't message a master a matter of methods A method don't matter a shattered reflection Reflectin a ladder of Hazard Perception Hook (Bob Westfall & Marla Lemon) x2 Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme everyday Rhyme everyday cause I can Die, die, die any day Die any day long Verse 2 (Twisted Insane) People they wanna be funny and poppin em full of bullets when I'm dumpin the heat Nobody wanna be in the way heavy anticipation make em feel defeat Maul em up in the hall with a couple of swift kicks I made sick sh** 666 Murder madness make em feel the sadness make em move to this quick Never f**in with no b**h hit You a n***a that ain't get to tell em I'd rather time up, put em up in the basement when a motherf**er start yellin Put em up in the kitchen to eat you for dinner You are the loser while I am the winner I am the root of all evil now homie there'll be no sicko I'm a born sinner And I'm off of my recura homie i promise you this ain't no norm sh** f**in b**hes like it's p**n sh** ima eat the p**y like it's corn chips Darkness surrounding my soul, the devil talkin to me when I'm asleep Hand me the heat Tellin me to take it to another level talk is cheap Time is meant to confuse Your mantic illusion Gettin contusion Leavin em bruisin Bringin your body behind the black Cadillac when I be cruisin Nobody want it I'll be the gonnet Chewin your vomit Look like a comet You may gotta tell me twice you tell me the first time I hop in I be already on it Hook x2