Brain Damage lyrics

[Intro]
Right here
Right here, n*gga, pull up
Pull up right here
It's the brown one?
Nah, it's that one right there
Come on
Quiet, n*gga, you walkin' loud than a motherf*cka
Damn near tip-toein', n*gga
IP address said it was this house right here
Don't knock, n*gga, ring the doorbell, n*gga; don't knock
Yup
n*ggas be woofin' all that sh*t on the internet
Think n*ggas won't show up to their motherf*ckin' house...
Here he come...
[door opens]
BRAIN
[gunshot]
Come on, n*gga
[footsteps]
[car doors slam, engine turns over and tires screech away]

[Verse 1: King I.S.O.]
I'm sick of n*ggas on the internet
Make a n*gga wanna get a TEC
Then I gotta hit him in the neck
Everybody I know I've been a vet
Flow cancerous, whole can and just
Smoke a n*gga like a cigarette
Wet him up like Sherm, n*gga
But hold up, dawg, I ain't finished yet
Brainsick
n*ggas always wanna wolf like they banged out
Wanna talk about a n*gga but nobody wanna be callin' out my name out
Wanna act so hard, 'til a n*gga find out where you hang out
Then I come through with a .4-5 and I blow a pus*y n*gga brains out
Now you got a bloodstained couch, you know it's them got a stained blouse
With a man in front of the same house with a clay on like a stake out
You better be duckin', I'm ready to buzz on any n*gga like a grayhound
You can even be with yo' kids at the playground
Treat the body like a steakhouse, you don't wanna get laid out
Better f*ck you all night, tryna hear me with the hate now
It was all cool until I said you better hit my PayPal
Wanna talk sh*t, well, guess what I know where you stay now
I don't know why motherf*ckas be thinking it's some game, n*gga
f*ck around and get murdered, homie, you dealing with them gravediggers
n*ggas ain't no artist with a gun, me and my n*ggas paint pictures
Owe me, I OD, get popped like some painkillers
Me and my n*ggas dangerous, pop a n*gga in the pancreas
Mad man with a gat, man, I swear I'm the angriest
Put that man in the trash can with a bag, man, who you playin' with?
Batman with a CAT-scan? I swear he's on some crazy sh*t
Damn right
Frankenstein ask me where my screws at?
These n*ggas ain't psychos, I got paperwork to prove that
Bet my son eat these pus*y n*ggas like some fruit snacks
On the hood, I get up on a n*gga head like a durag
Shout out to my Loc n*ggas, where the real Damus at?
Eses, and the Juggalos, Brainiacs, where you at?
Ever catch a n*gga hating on Brainsick, homie
Better shoot that motherf*cker right in his face like Insane, n*gga, we do that
[Hook: Twisted Insane - 2X]
Come get your brain damaged! - What?
n*ggas actin' like a motherf*cka when I pull up at ya house and burn a b*tch up like I'm savage
Come get your brain damaged! - But!...
People be thinkin' it's safe until I'm in the b*tch and murderin' ?they kids?, I could let 'em have it

[Verse 2: Bleezo]
Psychopathic, I’m a sicko
Bodybag a n*gga's kinfolk
Problematic with an automatic shooting hollow tips at your Benzo
Schizo-phrenic when I mix a shot of 'gnac with the indo
Tip-toe through a n*gga pad and leave his mom and dad with a slit throat
Then get ghost in a Pontiac with my pockets fat, what they hit fo'?
Shipped a couple packs to my n*gga Sav, he told me “Ship mo'”
Catch me up in the trap getting these racks out of a thick hoe
In it to win it and ripping these n*ggas in half if my chips low
CRIP, LOC!
Affilated with Damus and Pirus that c*ck tools and pop fools
And leave a n*gga with his wig blown
Sicc-n-vicious infested with that cannibalistic syndrome
Savage with it spit ammunition and blast n*ggas until the clips gone
Factor business, I'm stacking chips on the ave. with 36 zones
In a black Infiniti, crack the Henny and snap quicker than a wishbone
When I step in the function and I’m clutching
And, n*gga, if it’s really funk then I’m dumping and leaving motherf*ckers slumped
Yeah, 'cause is the last thing you want to trip on
Does Kleatus know I’m strapped?
Young Bleezo goes beast mode when I’m breathing on the track
Getting C-notes on the d-low, moving kilos of the crack
Smoking weed smoke with a freak hoe getting deep throat in the 'Lac
Better believe, hoe, I’m a mack
I’m slapping C-Bo when I’m reloading the gat
Like a Jordan Jersey, a n*gga’ll put 23 holes in your back
Been killing sh*t since '02, got the OG's quoting my raps
And if you’re trying to get a feature I'ma need more than a rack
C-way mixed with the Brainsick, get cha face split with that hate sh*t
Mr. Wade spit then it’s greatness
(Behold 'cause I’m back)
I slang zips on the late shift getting paid quick
With your main b*tch bet these fake n*ggas gonna hate that
(Bleezo is on the map)
Gripping the stainless and anxious to put a peek hole in your hat
n*gga, I’m faded and wasted sipping on lean gone off of wax
Lyrically heinous and dangerous
So let the streets know that I’m back
Twisted Insane and King ISO featuring Bleezo, it’s a wrap!
[Interlude: Twisted Insane]
*We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time*
n*gga, you gotta be mothaf*ckin' kiddin' me, n*gga!
This mothaf*cka gave me the wrong number?!
Heh.. heh heh heh... Get my car keys!

[Hook: Twisted Insane - 2X]
Come get your brain damaged! - What?
n*ggas actin' like a motherf*cka when I pull up at ya house and burn a b*tch up like I'm savage
Come get your brain damaged! - But!
People be thinkin' it's safe until I'm in the b*tch and murderin' ?they kids?, I could let 'em have it

[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
Sick of mothaf*ckas all up in a n*gga face and talkin' 'bout a battle
Combination like abomination make a n*gga wanna go and tattle
Freddy Krueger, run up to you, put the gun up in you, whack him like a faggo'
I'm already knowin' I'mma kill a mothaf*cka anyway because he will go babble
Click-clack, pistol whippin' and I eat him like he was a Kit-Kat
You ain't gotta pay attention but you're gonna listen, little n*gga, this that
sh*t that make you wanna murder anybody comin' at you sidways
Like I'm a Tyrannosaurus, I'm a carnivore, I make your b*tches' pus*y wanna fit that
They don't wanna see gorilla that'll eat a n*gga like he was a deep dish
Pizza, happy to finally meet ya, I'm still off Ol' English
Everybody lookin' at a mothaf*cka like a n*gga full of favors
But I put it on my mama when I tell you I bring drama, I mean this
They want no part of me, I leave a n*gga drawers full of sh*tstains
So sick of n*ggas on the internet talkin' 'bout they do big thangs
When I find and meet 'em face to face I pull up in a '83 you go
Lookin' like a funny daddy when they run up on me I be like "n*gga, here, this lame"
Hate to be that one mothaf*cka, but, yeah, n*gga, I'm that guy!
Get off in the dome, Razor Ramon, yeah, b*tch, it's the bad guy
Ain't nobody on my radar, you can play hard, it's a act, ?guy?
I'm incredible, hopefully got my n*gga for my ?stomach? n*gga with a black eye
Voodoo, better think about it real long 'fore you say sh*t
The hardest n*ggas on the underground, ain't nobody f*ckin' with the Brainsick!
All a n*gga know is I'm so dope I don't say sh*t
I pull out my di*k, put it up in a b*tch for motivation
Mothaf*ckas know who rock, no, I'm not no 2Pac
Walk up on 'em with a mask on and stretch a n*gga like tube socks
What the f*ck you mean you get the b*tch on your team when?
She suck a n*gga di*k every time I see the hoe like *gagging*
n*gga, that's on mamas, you don't want that drama
Little homies that'll pull up at your spot and let loose with the llamas
I don't really give a sh*t about what n*ggas talkin' 'bout up on the internet
I'm gonna catch a n*gga face to face and I'mma kill a mothaf*cka like Osama