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[Verse 1: Twisted Insane] They don't want to see this sort of nigga, what's ya purpose, I be on the move I'm deaf and ready I don't need a dose on me, I don't really got to prove Nothin' I will get to bussin' I really don't wanna hear no kind of fussin' If ya get to bluffin', I will call ya bluff and leave ya mama knowin' wit a fist of ludes nigga Slurrin' like I was just poppin' off of that bottle of Jack Danielsan Wax on, wax off, give me that weed nigga, cigar and rum Ya told me you wanted that turn up nigga that's hardly fun Gettin' hella faded, now a nigga lookin' like he's so Bacardi done Put two millimeters in 'em, I may get a little creepy to some but Never pass judgement, How in the world I (?) into ya dumb fuck Put a cross in you and make (?) so everywhere you go you lumped up Any of you never have a friend put ya body parts in ya dump truck Reincarnated, (?) and kill 'em all I don't ever wanna stop 'til I see bloodstains on the wall Kill or be killed nigga you make the call Pull out the chainsaw and splice right through his jaw Any time you bring a demon in it, you will always find a nigga lurkin' The serpent, stickin' my dick up inside the beef curtains You certain, who you think is gon' be first in line to put the work in And pullin' off and leave a motherfucka layin' hurtin' I just really wanna know exactly what's ya purpose (?) won't you have a nigga bring them to the grave Come with me in the middle of the full moonlight Say goodnight to the motherfucker cause then again, they always will pay Baron Samedi Letras de canciones[Hook: Redro Killson](x2) [Verse 2: Twisted Insane] [Hook](x2) From Letras Mania