Текст песни I'm Sick Of (Twisted Insane) с переводом

Yeah

I’ll tell you what I’m sick of nigga

Errrrrrrruuuuuuugh

I’m sick of seeing motherfuckers in the game who be thinking they the shit

(Murder niggas)

Get a little fame in their name now they’re acting like a bitch

(Merc these niggas)

I will go up against anybody I don’t really care who it is

Nigga you down rate me, It will only be a minute 'fore I bust your wig

And I was racing to kick him up out to space and

Pulling out the machete, I’m ready like I was Jason

Take him into a state where he is giving up on his fate

With the pistol up in his face, and I’m giving no limitations

(Whoop)

I’m serving these niggas

Ain’t nobody from the slums heard of these niggas

When they say «Where?» I don’t refer to you niggas

If you see them in the street just murder these niggas

Hamburger these niggas

Tuck your tail and run when a boss on the scene

Fuck around me and you’ll be off of the team

And you will only be remembered like a thought from a dream

(Why?)

I’m sick of the niggas the kid smacked

Then they come up on the ceiling and blow up off a diss track

When I run into a nigga he liable to get smacked

When you’re going against Insane nigga there ain’t no «get back»

Cause I ain’t on rapping nigga

(What?)

You-diss-me-I-diss-you-too shit

I be on catch a nigga

(Haha!)

In the street with the heat then see who pull it

(Whoop)

I be on fuck guns

Let’s put them to the ground then we go toe-to-toe

Till someone hit the ground and we go blow-for-blow

Then we put it on YouTube so everbody’ll know

(You don’t want that nigga)

Hell nah homie

I don’t associate with motherfuckers that’s phony

Even if they corny

Some niggas hell up on it

I’m tigering like I’m Tony

Them niggas My Little Pony

Strawberry Shortcake-ing these niggas

Make it so that you can see the fake in these niggas

Disrespect me I’m overtaking these niggas

Five-hundred degrees and baking these niggas

They already know what the clique does

Tripping then I hit them with the big slugs

Run up on a nigga then he bitch up

That’s the type of shit that I’m sick of

When you call that bitch never pick up

Wolfing nigga shit trying to get tough

When they see me them niggas try to switch up

That’s the type of shit that I’m sick of

That’s what I’m sick of

That’s what I’m sick of

(Whoop)

That’s the type of shit that I’m sick of

Bang the deuces

Hang with nooses

Insane, suffer brain contusions

And stained I emerge out them flames, We g name the truest

When the dark side come and get 'em

Serial killer, will you be my victim?

Rigor mortis setting in

Feel you chest stiffing

Roll him in a Swisher now my niggas get lifted

It’s the mind of a psycho, psycho

Middle of the night with the rifle, rifle

Put my right hand on the Bible, I will

Slice him up like Micheal Myers

Left the remains all buried in the lake

Texas chainsaw, wear a nigga face

It’s the murdering murder rage, Murder Was the Case

Eat-eat it like an cannibal, come have a little taste

Acting like an animal

Tec-9 to Calicos

Spit in all directions when the bitches get in battle mode

Man these niggas throw up sick

Off a bottle of Jack Daniels in the bottom of the pit

Something like Rambo, Hollows in the clip

Got a bad bitch and she swallow all the dick

Flash like a camera if you all up in my mix

Smoking on the stupid got your niggas super lit

Baby take a stroll with the killer

Leave a nigga hogtied, floating in a river

Y’all just the small fries fucking with a

When I say I tip 'em I ain’t talking about a stripper

Need some penicillin I’m affected with the sickness

Sitting the the dark room, tripping with a slit wrist

Sharper than a harpoon

Turn them into shark food

I spit it for the villains and the misfits

I’m sick of seeing motherfuckers on the screens and the magazines

I’m sick of seeing all these niggas on the scene wearing skinny jeans

And I’ll be off onto another level

The wicked rebel and often I’ll be confused with the devil

I’m never tipping the petal

And if I’m going to hell

I’m going straight for the whale like motherfucking Geppetto

(Pinocchio niggas)

Motherfucker I’m ghetto

Pulling up in the bucket a nigga fuck up he phantom

Pick up a nigga phone with no service say he was stranded

A couple of minutes later that motherfucker has vanished

(Whoop)

I spaz when I wanna

Always I be talking on my bag full of ganja

Anybody kill me I’ll come back in and haunt ya

You can find me in the dark with a strap and a launcher

I was in the house reading tales of the Bible

With a bottle and a rifle when I’m strapped to the face

And my trigger finger itching

Cause this bitch is steady bitchin

'bout some dishes in the kitchen; I’m a clack with the

They don’t give me credit

Man this shit is so pathetic

I’ll be coming so original, and now you’re so synthetic

I was hoping somebody would find me and get behind me

But fuck it I’ll do it by myself these motherfucker’ll get it

Cause I ain’t on rapping nigga you-diss-me-I-diss-you-too shit

(Whoop)

I be on clack a nigga in the street with the heat and we’ll see who pulls it

I be on that shoot 'em all up in the face in The Root of All Evil night-time

shit

Take a trip into a different dimensions, body suspension, like I was lifted my

nigga that’s how high I get

Why try? I hit

Rigor mortis is setting in their bodies is looking brutal

Never letting no part of his body go into waste

Skin him into a skeleton, eat him like he was noodle

Bang with this

Brainsick shit

Dead to the world like a walking zombie

Sit up in the back with some cog-ni-ac

I got some Zig-Zag wraps and about a pound of ganjie