Twisted Insane - Bat Outta Hell lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah, Brainsick (Reversed talk) [Verse 1] Bat outta hell Bat outta hell Face of a demon and I'm fire breathin' leave 'em tagging an L Mask on my face like monster n***a no Halloween trick Knife in my hands Mike Myers n***a no Halloween sh** I'm in a stolen Regal with no gas in it And a body in the trunk from the night before Drunk and stuck, throwing up, but it sure as f** ain't my first rodeo I had the Babylon on my a** They got a place for a n***a in the backseat I think it's time for me to just smash It's when a n***a got you running like a track meet Hopping fences, this suspense is, k**ing me I really don't wanna be in a pickle I'd rather be posted up in the crib with hella weed but now I'm running from ballistics end up burning like a missile sh** I could turn into a phantom on 'em, blend to the night like I was chameleon I'm underground like a basement ghost, but at the same time higher than a ceilin' f** your feelings, you're talking to the same n***a who used to be scared of the dark As a little kid, that was my worst f**ing fear like air is to a shark You're f**ing with a werewolf don't nobody care when you bark Fill them with the rage throw 'em in the cage with the Brainsick, tear you apart [Interlude] These eyes do not see what you and I see Behind these eyes one finds only blackness the absence of light [Hook] I am like a bat up out of hell x4 Imma let them have it when I'm busting through the ma**es like a fully automatic x4 [Verse 2] People looking at me funny, never take me for a dummy Even though a n***a sinnin', while I'm drinkin' on my gin And puffing on the weed again I'm the realest you pretend, better believe that I be winnin' Mind of a murderer happen to hurt 'em Put 'em in perpendicular body positions up in your furniture Playin' like it's a tournament fill ‘em up with the voice of a curse, then put n***as up in the fire that's why I'm burnin' 'em It's Twisted Insane what the f** you mean you haven't heard of him You must of been high on shrooms, or living on the moon, or only into bullsh** rap that be on the radio and I am way too goon f** you all, see you leave the show too soon, how the f** you finna dip when I'm the monster in the dark? f** your life, cut with knife, I made incision on your brain like I was Dr. Heart With the homies, or by myself, you catch a n***a on the solo when I'm with the sh** Claim you pimp, makes me sick, how these n***as acting funny when they wit' they b**h You can't roll one with the homies, you can't hang around the studio all f**ing night You can't hit the club, you can't stick with thugs, and I can't go into your house past f**ing light They say I'm evil, but I'm just living on the dark side of the force, my n***a Anybody wants to go against a motherf**er I will k** and I will say I'm forced by liquor Nice and easy, Nice and greasy, like a b**h who getting f**ed with no Vaseline I took match that I found up in the back then I looked in your face I spit it with the gasoline [Hook] Yeah, Brrrain