Twisted Insane - Dump lyrics

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Twisted Insane - Dump lyrics

[Intro] BRAINSICK! Slump I dump Yeah [Verse 1] Pullin’ up to the function and the two seater Bending up in this b**h, with the clip on me, 2 ninas Nobody that wanna f** with me, I’m off the hen Dumpin’ them in the river, f** the n***a, we was never friends I’m reppin the Brain until the very end I’m bringing a trash bag, pulling up in the black lac to bust yo cherry in The couple of bags that you’ll get buried in You talking with big nuts, got me thinking you ’bout to bust, so why you scary then? Word to this mother f**ing brainsick sh** You up in the function and I come in with the gang bang b**h Couple of n***as get to trippin’, so I hit Ice-B Bring the MAC and the hammer back and blood they like 90 Set tripping co*king the K’s back on bloods Full of hate and they can not wait to fill my face with slugs Open the door, they hit the corner, n***a let’s get to skrappin But I’m really about that action on the beat so f** the rapping [Hook] I dump (x3) Mother f**er I dump I dump [Verse 2] All the n***as that want it do f** around and get the gauge pulled on ’em Mini MAC get to rushing, or get to bussin’, I would put the flame up on ’em Stretching b**hes like a condom, nobody trippin’ on you, but I bang the green If only it wasn’t a dream, pull up and I’m in the function with the gangsta lean “Whoop” – is what you hear when the lil homie ’bout to shoot Roll up the indo and rollin’ down windows, I rather just bust slugs out the roof Ain’t nobody f**ing with you, you was independent taking up bu*t like a douche I making ’em disappear like he was David Blaine, I’m talking puff puff n***a poof No truce, every time a n***a bumping gums and I be ready With the millimeter at they head and always in the green and red just like I’m Freddy n***as wanna go to war and end up in it when they know this sh** can really end up deadly I ain’t rappin’ with you n***as, blood and guts up in ya kitchen looking like spaghetti Come and get me, got love for the crips and all bloods and pirus Anybody trippin’, well then I’ll be kicking like I was Ken and Ryu (Oooooh!) Ain’t nobody tryna hide open up, ’cause I’m outside fool So what you gotta homie with you I ain’t trippin n***a, blood can die too [Hook] I dump I dump I dump I dump Mother f**er I dump I dump