DIABOLICAL lyrics

And after that's a dope sh*t they notice
I'm mean like it's Halloween with no hocus-pocus
I'm clean like a guillotine that sliced through your throat
b*tch please, nobody want your ass, yo sh*t got the roaches
Nobody wanna f*ck around with a b*tch who got mildew
Soon as he hit the door, won't you show him the real you?
I can't believe this sh*t these n*ggas will let you get away with
If you'da been my b*tch I'd have muthaf*ckin killed you
And I'm off of in the Colorado with my n*ggas, they be on park hill
Banged out got the thang out like 94 fo' real
What the f*ck you mean chill? n*gga, Insane has no chill
Just chewin mothaf*ckas faces I make them my meal
I don't even wanna be around him if he ain't no rida
Grew up and I threw up with real south east sidas
n*ggas ain't good nature, walk up to you when you having a
Picnic at the park with your b*tch and provide ya
Brainsick reminiscent of a n*gga hung up like Jesus
No lie, sicker than ebola since I came out that fetus
I only get my kicks in jackin off my di*k or
Stompin a n*gga face in with the shell-toed Adidas
Night time creepers under the moon like you got shrooms right?
My n*ggas know I get f*cked up especially on doom night
What you mean I ain't zoom right? Passin and I'm gassin off on Superman ?let it?, you will get beheaded n*gga, who's tight?
Who's Twisted Insane? You should be ashamed if you don't know that name
Ultra lame 15 years, chewin rappers up in the game
I can have your bottom b*tch give me brain
Bobble head like spencer's gifts, n*gga, keep the loose change
Never really gave a f*ck though I'm cutthroat, leanin
People comin' at me everyday for the new sh*t, they fiendin
Quit your day dreamin
Twisted Insane ready to hit your muthaf*cking brain up
I am The Last Demon