Twisted Insane - Nitrous lyrics

You would think I was dreamin' But I wasn't sleeping b**ch and my dealer was creepin' Handle the pump if anyone want the funk open the trunk and jump in the deep end Motivated by the, Pistol, money, and p**y Feelin' the cap and it's foggy k** 'em all up, Fill 'em all up Middle of the night So nobody saw me Gotta' be evasive Shoot n***as in faces Stickin' their boyfriends in cases Teach 'em the basis Cause I bet there's somebody that'll blow your noodle for laces How many smelt it? The body up in the next room been dead for weeks But how many felt it? The feeling that somebody's backin' up outta their sleep I am the phenom Mercal Fur Sick up on the block You don't really wanna' be the motherf**ka' all up in my face before you get erased like chalk And that was my venom Chew n***as like gremlins Put 'em in the pot with the noodles And a bullet through the knee'll rip a n***a a brand new a**hole (The whole kit and kaboodle) You n***as is poodles And me and my n***as be only for other people, (Fools) Gangbangin' on google? You n***as are k**in' me Fillin' you up with the tools Murder music? You n***as can't hear? Rip off your ear like Tyson f**k 'em all up, cut 'em all up, slice 'em k** 'em all up, fill 'em all up, nitrous (Nitrous) -Yeah it was the millimeter of the loaded gun They don't wanna' be the reason a n***a wasn't breathin' when the blood hit the tip of his lung Poppin' at a motherf**ka' like a n***a was a nothin' in the middle of the street He was losin' His life, his mom, his wife, his rhymes He fights these n***as instead of constantly choosin' (I was just bruisin') Feelin' like David Palmer, (Reference to the the show 24) Hit 'em with a millimeter, look around the corner, poppin' off in California like the n***a was Dahmer Hit 'em all up but be careful 'cuz you ain't the only n***a who is psycho Layin' in the middle of the street dead With your family yelling "Michael!" How many give 'em abusive Thinking I'll give 'em a bit of this music Sit up and listen to my sh*t for days While you just sippin' up off of the fluid Then you proceed to pick up the grenades And get to bustin' away at the buick Some n***as just wanna' get paid But they never even do sh*t Wake up the monster Up in the dark Wandered off with the devil himself I'm going bazonkers Creepin' through blocks in the night, watchin' out for my health Murder music? You n***as can't hear? Rip off your ear like Tyson What seems to be troubling you my son? Seems like there ain't nobody really payin' attention... Ain't nobody really payin' attention when I speak to 'dem. You know? Why do they not listen? I really couldn't tell you... I'm not them... Make them hear you You know what, you right, I'mma try homie, I'mma try Does anybody even listen to me when I speak? Nobody believes me I'm sick of these n***as sittin' in the dark gettin' geeked Just up in the club Forty, me, and my nuts Posted up and we deep in the tomb Ken?, Ryu?, Blanca? Guile? Hit 'em with a sonic boom, (Street Fighter reference) Think about life in a blacked out room With no kinda' weed or rolled swisher to burn Her mom and her sister can both be deaf as far as I'm concerned (It is now my turn) Murder music? You n***as can't hear? Rip off your ear like Tyson