Sick Thoughts - Omega Sin, King Iso, Twisted Insane

I wake up to whatever sick thought pops in my head

Brainsick!

I don’t give a shit about what the doctors have said

I may sleep til three in the afternoon

Then wake up still drunk

Talk shit to this lil' bitch, and then I ash out my blunt

Born brazy, My twisted thoughts are hangin' covered in blood

And some say I’m a lil' coocoo then its off with they nuts

Get the fuck outta my face I’m erasing my foes

I blow that bomb ass weed

And step to the door and go fold it, fold it, folded gold khakis

Everybody gon' riff there ain’t no love

I still eat government cheese

You hugging that ho like she gon' squeeze I’m off that one bitch please

I don’t give a fuck 'bout what she said blood its yo life so leave

I turn one negative to a positive for the MB clique

And nobody in front of me 'finna' be giving me no kinda slap

When it come to this shit

Nigga’s is busting your mental not telling you whether your better that’s

whether you grip

Brainsick!

I’m lift to the face and space, I’m in between

Hi-hi, I’m Twisted Insane and this has been my sweet sixteen

The virus is spread

Go hide under your bed

my game is on point just knife in your head

Life is a bitch watching the temp out

Hey yo I grew up looking at people who got bored of me

I started off not all there like God shorted me

Tweaking in dressing rooms fixing the billy-bob sort of freaks

Twenty seven having dementia before I’m forty three

When I was homeless I would dine and dash

Could not afford to eat

Loitering in front of my parents house hoping that mom notice me

Knew that I would make it one day I would rhyme boastfully

And now I’m on tour and ho’s treat me like I’m Jodeci

Damn!

This shit is brazy to me

Most of these nigga’s ain’t brain sick to me

I guess I’ve never come taking your freedom

And giving you a bunch of papers to read

Making you bleed every morning they taking your blood

But I’m in the room making some heat

Like if I don’t make it bitch what’d Edison be

Like Colin Kaepernick taking a knee

I was so used to people that spying on me

Now they say oh my god and they praying to me

All I’m doing is writing and making this bitch then record it

And they gonna pay me to see

And this could be bitches want papers from me

But that’s brazy 'cause I got some babies to feed

So I just pick up the .380 and squeeze

Is a maybe to kill my baby to please

Who knew disposing a body would be this hard

Ill bury em with the rest of the cadavers in my backyard

It only takes one drop of blood to get my dick rock hard

I need to drink me a couple of quarts of the blood or ill break out in czars.

Im like an open sore.

Fall in deep depression cause the worlds recession.

Im spreadin disease like an airborne infection

Youd think that I come from another dimension

All of my life i was gettin arrested and fuckin my teacher at school in

detention.

not gonna mention thrown in corrections from holdin a weapon like

charleton heston.

Shit about to get domestic bury you somewhere in Texas I’ll

beat you repeatedly and then I will secretly scratch your name off of my

hitlist

Never will i leave a witness rather hit em with the biscuit

If anyone comes to my bar bq i want them to know that i turned you to brisket

Im from the ghetto next door to the devil where we do not tolerate bitch shit.

Dig a hole with the shovel then clean up the puddle then walk away like i

ain’t did shit

Sickness i can’t stop killin and dealin I think im addicted murder

Wicked when it comes to my chillins the cap get to peelin

Im plannin to hurt em