Twisted Insane - The Good, The Bad And The Ugly lyrics

[Intro: Twisted Insane] Yeah, don't affect my fans though They went with me through it all They been with me through my whole life And they continue to be with me I give it all to em They see me... The good, the bad and the ugly [Verse 1: Twisted Insane] I shoulda knew you wasn't sh** Tryna put me in the ditch Tellin' everyone I'm rich You's a stupid f**ing b**h All you want is to make a crib Now you run and tell everyone you have my kid Now they tell me that it's process servers lookin' for me at my show What type of sh** was tellin' to somebody I don't know I go back in my mind like couple years ago I brawl through the past and I shovel to the hole Now they want me up in court, but I'm hittin' another state I gotta hit the road, that's a date I cannot make I wanna get the tense, but they're tellin' me that I'm late And now I got my name up on [?] wait They wanna seal my fate, can they really do that? I ain't take no test, tell me how the f** they prove that? Yeah I'm outta budget but I really never knew that Stupid little b**h if I see him on a [?] They tell me that they'd put a warrant out if I don't make it (what?!) You gotta be f**in' kiddin' me Might as well just lock me up and tell my fans you got rid of me b**h you're incredibly a**uming somethin' that you pretend to be I remember hearin' stories, you was tellin' people You was really livin' with me all together But it was a lie You was livin' out the trunk, I barely know you Why don't you just go and get a life, before you f** around with mine Always on your mind, talkin' 'bout some bullsh** In a minute I will get up and do some cruel sh** Maybe I should cool it, f** that This a n***a life and I tryna go to jail when I ain't do sh** Damn, catch you goin' full in, stuck like chuck Sit up in a dark room with the OE by myself And get bucked by up Brain! [Hook: Charles Xavier] The good guy, the bad guy, the ugly x4 They say it's good to be bad and God don't like ugly So he couldn't be mad and people still don't trust me And they shouldn't, we blast on anybody coming Or pursuing me is nothing, see I'm good at being ugly when I'm bad! [Verse 2: Charles Xavier] Look up here I am I got a problem but you n***as on the bottom I don't get em and I wanna bring them all To have a pardon in a heart and then I'll drop em Look down and here I am And I'm a homie from the underground We k**in' rappers spit up on em I put them in the bag they comin' with the wrecked little costume Die slow with the enemy, no ho is a friend of me No close when the homie say so, what you feelin' lay low with the centipede? Good, bad and the ugly I made all of three look past and above me I make em all bleed hood track and a cut-scene And everytime I come this way I get up on this stinkin' n***a f** with me But I'm numb to the world when it come to play Then I have a Ducati while I'm drunk and blazed And I put another party giving a f** who say What? Hit em up in brainiac and say that they got to play rough Commin' up with the game attack black haters And there's no dice, you wanna roll You're life is in a choke Don't try you goin' broke Cause I'm with my foot to your throat Your mind? You'll get it blown Don't cry, you shouldn't know [Hook: Charles Xavier]