DJ Miller - Insane lyrics

I made it known that I'm legit If you can't run you should at least hide I'll leave your a** with more Bulletholes than the East Side Shoutout to my fans 'cuz I know that y'all been missing me And f** you to the haters 'cuz I know that ya'll been dissing me Just bought another kilo and my dealer feeling rich And guess who's f**ing back? IT'S DJ MILLER IN THIS b*tch (pause) I'm flying in the spirit flow like I'm sh**ting off a plane Drive my Lambo at 200 man you ain't even in my lane Light a blunt while I f**, bust a nut, clog a drain Then she s**, snake the pipe, my kids be swimming through her veins My haters be like pigeons cuz they so bird brained On their knees for bread crumbs while I'm making it rain My haters be fragile like they made of porcelain They be mad 'cuz the girls s** my dick like candy cane Thank God it's DJ Miller in this b**h I got codeine making lean selling green I'm feeling rich I'm getting money in this b**h, call me Mr. f**ing Krabs 'Cuz I'm feeling this sh** and I'm feeling your b**h On the first date does she take dick take a rest stop find out real quick 'Cuz she know that I'm dope yeah the answer clear as lasic Whisper 'best there ever is' while she splitting on this dick And I'll throw these f**ing hundreds on my Roger Clemens pitch (play ball) You people wonder how I'm so profane You wonder how I f** so much you wonder why I smoke c**aine You wonder how I spit a rhymes and turn this into giant flames (Breaking news, this just in) DJ Miller's Insane INSANE INSANE like I'm f**ing David Blaine INSANE INSANE got your girl to run a train INSANE INSANE literal mountains of c**aine INSANE INSANE let me hope off this refrain Sweating bullets while I'm swimming balls deep in your mother Drinking Everclear and Gatorade: prime perform recover I'll f** both your girls then I'll watch 'em f** each other (b**h: did you really just say that) b**h did I f**ing stutter Yea I go dumb failing every single cla** I don't need no degree 'cuz i rhyme so f**ing fast I could be a farmer 'cuz I plant and move that gra** And I don't need no John Deere for me to plow your girls a** INSANE INSANE cold blooded and deranged INSANE INSANE Die Hard like John McClane INSANE INSANE pop the p**y like champagne INSANE INSANE hoes and money on my brain INSANE INSANE too legit I'll never change INSANE INSANE Bugs Bunny carrots on my chain INSANE INSANE with the pen like Mark Twain INSANE INSANE k**ing rappers inhumane