Twisted Insane - 200 Round Clip lyrics

n***a, don't get it twisted, homie Remember who the f** I am, n***a Nah f** that , lemme show you Two-hundred round! (First gear) I make a murder with 2 hundred rounds of venom, I get in 'em Make you wish you had a wish, your b**hes super soak in denim I be in some sicker sh** you wanna b**h about it bring your b**h around and we gon see if she will let you in I make her friend and take her end up on the rubber undercover When I smother anyone give me a minute and some bu*ter I don't talk about it better be about it Never doubt a motherf**er who done spent a gang of time up in the gutter (Switch gears!) Puttin' the work in, ain't no buster Feelin' the rush and put 'em in dust On top of the roof I'm ready to bust I'm choppin' 'em all into minimal nuts And droppin' them all into the bus I fill the streets up with they d**h, Beretta issue [will I b**h around and put you on the bus?] Quit your b**hin' and your dissin', don't nobody even listen But to mention that you wish you bustin' back to pay attention But you weep before you speak You better thinkin' about the demon comin' up into the house to meet you with the blood and cut the tension Open 'em up when they mumble a word about the Brainsick, I behave like I ain't got no common sense I mean I'm really on the fence I'll turn your meat up into mince I'm makin' samples out you b**hes I'll be damned if I'mma let you go to sleep before I rinse Your blood up on my hand I take you deep into the voodoo ritual You probably thought about it, "sh**, I'll diss him in a video And maybe he'll respond and boost my music" And I lose a couple thousand followers And quit your job because you finna blow!