Die Slow lyrics

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I was all alone
Sitting with the 40 and I get to
Reminiscing, checking message on my phone
As I get to look and seeing what it was, I get to dreaming
Cause it was the b*tch and she was saying she was gone!?
Wait, hold up, what you talking 'bout? I must've heard you wrong!
Is you f*cking with a n*gga? b*tch, I really up and kill him!
Then I get to finding out when I was on the road that you was out there
Being home and bringing n*ggas 'round my children
(Around my motherf*cking kids?!?!)
b*tch, you really got some nerves, like you really never heard
Of the words that I say inside a verse, I will curse you
Nobody f*cks around on my emotions
You was thinking it was funny, I will put you in a hearse!
And I made a voodoo doll and it was looking like you, really
But you must think I am silly, I am serious to death...
Do us part, don't let me start on all that wicked sh*t
I bring the gloom and doom onto you if you ever f*cking left...
Standing over you when you're asleep at night
I'm 'bout to put a knife up in your chest
What you really thought, that you can go and f*ck a n*gga and there'll
Be no repercussion, but you really think you're blessed?
Did you really do the sex? Did he make you c*m, get it from the back?
Did you suck his di*k, like you do me?
So you got to gobbling, prob'ly with swallowing, f*ck him and feed him
Now you're wishing that you never knew me
Cause I really f*cking put you in a horror movie
When they ask who hit it, tell them Black Widow did it
f*ck your life, I'd take it with my hands, if I could
But I really think, I should put a scalpel up in it
And I'm finna just take his Adam's apple and split it
But, if I really did it, then the music is gone
And, I don't want to f*ck around and lose my career
For a stupid ass b*tch, so I put it in a song
But, what about your motherf*cking kids and the stories
They be telling me about the n*ggas you're sucking at night?
You be thinking they be sleeping, when they really peeking at you
While you're on your knees, sucking random n*ggas' pipes
Walk up in the room, it's your doom, hit the lights
With the twist of my knife, you'll be laying in blood
Brains in my fitted, I remain hella wicked
Put a bullet in my chamber, put a b*tch up in the mud
Die slow!
[Outro: Twisted Insane]
He told me that his motherf*ckin mommy was on her knees
Kissin' this other mans pee pee
b*tch i gotta sit here and listen to this type a sh*t at night?!
sh*t, what type a motherf*ckin sh*t that- the f*ck is wrong with you b*tch? What the f*ck is wrong with you!?
And you actin like this sh*t is all good and sh*t, and like this sh*t is all nonchalant like everything is cool and sh*t you know that?
Do you think you can go around and do sh*t like this without reper- motherf*ckin-cussion?
Do you think you can do this type a sh*t without-
I'm on a motherf*ckin road and this is the type a sh*t gotta hear when I come home
You a foul ass b*tch, it's taking everything in my motherf*ckin power not to come over there and choke and kill yo' motherf*ckin ass b*tch
You havin all types a random ass n*ggas around my motherf*ckin kids?!
AROUND MY KIDS b*tch!?!?!?
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(Die slow....)