Twisted Insane - Venom 2 lyrics

[Chorus: Twisted Insane] Imma hit you with 1-8-7, only when you f**ing with them k**ers The realest, n***a you was dealing with Godzilla The illest, you King Kong, I'm banana peeler Pop you with the milla, you know it that there ain't nobody iller Imma hit 'em with the venom Gotta hit 'em with the venom Blood I hit 'em with the venom Imma hit you with the venom Call your momma tell her that I did it Blood I hit em with the venom [Verse 1: Twisted Insane] n***as wanna wolf all night Put the phone down lets meet up blood I wanna just fight f** this rap sh**, lets hit the park, I done wanna just squabble I ain't Superman, but I put it on my momma n***a you will get wobbled Hit 'em with the 1-2 combo, what you wanna go I got my cardio on just so I can deal with you b**hes. (On the set) Mano y manoI, I lump you n***as up and then I leave your eye lid full of stitches. (On the set) Lets hit the ditches, take a n***a's chucks to the mud You call me and then think I won't show? b**h please n***a I'ma Lincoln Park blood Green flag hanging, chuck t's swanging The sun goes down n***a, bullets start ringing Everybody in this motherf**er gathered up, then I show up drunk like n***a this lincoln The f** is you thinking? I catch a fade with all of you n***as You can even jump me, slap my face in the dirt but my AK will come back and swallow you n***as Knocking n***as out that's why I spend all my time in the f**ing weight room (Lifting) So when I hit you motherf**ers all in your lip it's a one way trip to the tomb (You crazy) Yeah, I heard that before, by every b**h I ever f**ed with But all these ratchet a** b**hes got n***as on my phone talking bout some f**in' sh** [Chorus] [Verse 2: King-ISO] sh**, n***as thinking it be all rapping. (Man f** this rap sh** n***a) Wolfing all up on the internet I wanna vim and start acting (What's good my n***a?) Be up at these shows and I snuck a gun in just in case I gotta wet y'all n***as On the set for rap, if it wasn't for the music but I never would've met y'all n***as I be on my A wax all outta shape, doesn't really matter gotta Glock on my waist But I don't give a f** how big blood is if a n***a try me getting mopped in the face Young brazy a** n***a that i'll k** if I have to it's good I ain't tripping All rapping a** n***as act hard but it's funny how i'm young and got you shook like b**hes n***a talk big but they won't walk one, talk about fade but they ain't caught one Imma disrespect n***as so motherf**ing bad, have em lured at the pad, like n***a spark one I ain't f**ing with you foul a** n***as, know where i'm at but don't wanna get down a** n***as All rap about it but you ain't bout that, n***a's you bomedy out the hood old blawn a** n***a Ghost town blood and my red rag hanging, f** rap sh** n***a f** what you was saying f** you and anybody who a**ociated with you, from your hood to your kids on the set, I ain't playing See me from the shutters if you b**h n***as think you can whoop Iso Got this local n***a saving up, promoters like "Please don't bug Iso" [Chorus]