Twisted Insane - Visions Lyrics
You know many times I've hadVisions of my own death,I mean I been actually seeingVisions of what it could be likeIt makes you wonder, have you done everything you really want to do in life?[Verse 1]Many visions of my death, I have visions for dimentiaNo repentin for the murder I committed with theMurder all up in your face, might I catch another caseIf I kill him when I hit him with the pistol whipperNiggas step into the realm, you would think I was from Elm, just because the way I hit you with the Fred KruWith the less shoot I will rip the niggas stomach if they want it I will run up with the gun up like I'm Lex LuthorHoppin and runnin on the track I'm like I'm Mike Tyson, chewin a mother*****a's lungs like an old lycanPoppin the funs, sparkin the gun, hoppin and jumpin up over the ones who wanna become affiliated with the good lifeWhat's the next step when you vision your death? Do you run from accepting your sentence?If they sent a fella that wreckeded my helmet, Blood I will come back with the vengeanceI can feel him getting closer, I can feel him on my shoulder, coming over as I walk into the dark roomVoodoo rituals doing residuals drinking 150 150 fill him with hollow tips and harpoonsNever the less, I was impressed, by the way that nigga stood up in my space with the face of a demonAll I heard was a pop, never knew that I was shot, did my body even drop? Am I bleeding?Little nigga always woofin like he wanna be, talkin this and that about what he is gonna be, do it to me when he beat me like a nigga was a G but I already know that he is just a wannabeFrom the front about to watch it what I'm gonna be niggas be trippin when I feel a difference with this timeI tried to move, but my body feels like it's been hit up with strychnine.[Chorus]I might get caught up in riddle, I might get caught up in riddle, I might get, I might get, I I I might get caught up in riddle[Verse 2]To a stinkin nigga moving with the ticker from the wicked I proceed to eat them *****es like an animalI can hear a nigga creepin so I'm thinkin grab the heat and hacking off his feet and eat him like an antelopeOr maybe he will come up in the door and do a nigga, you never know how many people wanna shoot a nigga,Maybe imma kill him, but the next week, his homies come deep and put chka chka through a niggaIn the bath with a bloody mask in the casket forget what happened tonightHmmm, put his ass in a hefty bag, poured the gas, and I got a match and a lightHmmm, nigga thought I was just rapping till I got up and attacked him with a machete and hatchet then IStretch him like elastic ***** an open casket put him in a basket when I'm laughing with a twinkling eyeChopped him into pieces, and covered him in feces but Jesus I'm sicker than diseasesI can it feel like I got telekinesis I got from my aunties, and uncles, and niecesGive my greetings to Jesus, you finna meet him, that's when I reached for the four fiveI tried to move, but my body feels like it's been hit up with strychnine.
