Killer Instincts

Verse one (Z) My mental gone like a kidnapped kid Put your motherfuckin body in a ziplock kit I ain't gonna kill em ima rip off skin Til a Iso hit while my skits clock in Then I cut em, eat a person clean em in the sink Set the bones on top of the bed and then I throw them in the sheets My motherfuckin nutcase I ain't lookin for no peace Cause in a booth or in the streets He got killer instincts Turn em into slabs in the lab and the practice for surgery tactics Machete getting gut like a third world practice The paint on my face like the third world savage Y'all don't want the part I beat the razor blade your artery go fold you with the plastic They don't want the car cut that tied to or with a Hart let be the part of me for killin you be get inside this attic Shame on you basterds That's softer than matress a chockered like mastiffs I pray on you basterds that's actually weak but you talk it like rappers I don't really give a fuck who you say it tatter and they come through me It's fire squad bitch and the whole damn clip we on brainsick shit, killer instincts Verse two (JayCrazii) Choppin em up and I'm rippin their brain while I'm grippin the grain hoppin up out of the whip with the blade We can catch a fair fade in the staircase killer instincts with the ink pen got me locked down in the precinct for the weekend Gotta get it goin gotta get up on the move if you snooze On the dude blood will ooze on your shoes so you better check your crews Dont ever give me confused watch the words that you choose If you speakin up out of spite you be leakin out by the night Darkness to light when I'm creepin through the night if i meet you den we can fight To the people that follow me better get it cause we different I don't give a fuck about nobody cause I really live it And I really rip it You can really get it if you dissin you be missin niggas find ya fuckin body while they fishin' Brainsick in this bitch, ain't no hesitation man I really need some medication get assasinated never contemplatein mutilation body separation what you facing once you put my fuckin name in Better stay calm for i start droppin napalms on they mom Hit em with a semi automatic out in traffic ain't no magic I be spazzin I'm a savage with the ratchet I be blastin a-a-a-a-automatic Verse three (Twisted Insane) I hit you up with the max So everybody get back if you come up with disrespect there's no tellin how i how I react I murder em by the millions I cut em up in the kitchen quit bitchin I'm finna stack em up in the trunk of my 'lac Visions of people vicious or murderous in your bushes I overdose off of killin you lookin really suspicious I back em up with the sickness you bitches lookin delicious I really just wanna eat her brainfeeder he is my witness I went to Harrisburg and asked the homie where the weed He told me get a swisher weet and meet him on the street I pull up in they hands and bitches waiting for the D So i took her to the bathroom and I hit it on the B Brainsick came upverter, Took her to the stall and I ain't even leave it all until I saw the pussy squirtin Who knew the bitch would fuck a deuce cloose and I ain't playin blue's clues I'm sick like i was PeeWee Herman Brain every time I see you when we greet Brain to every person that I just meet This bull said fuck the Brain so I started just laughin and I left his brain stained up in the street Rahh, Started bustin at it with the Nina Knew I had to do it mother fuckin misdemenor Run up on me if you really wanna drone piece I blast bullets on that ass faster than a cheetah B-brain! Verse four ( Chadrick) Every single verse ima killer garuntee it they gonna feel it when I step up to the building No point in concealin that I got a lyrical pistol Guts all over the ground they talk shit so I spilled em Pacing around the room grabbing every blunt object in sight If I really wanted to end your life I would of done it that night after I got you high Anybody fuckin with Chadrick smashin and I'm stabbin every lyrical assassin Hit em with the fully automatic clip incinerate the body cut the hands pull their teeth, nobody know what happened Unidentifiable and it's undeniable, that I will hold you liable for thinkin you're more miniacle than the Firing Squad, B-B-B-Brainsick your symbol a team bunch of diamonds and mansions Your corny metaphors they annoy me so I'm exporting endorphins to the masses Unfortunately, God cursed me from birth I was made disproportionately I fortunately got the Clydesdale horses with me on some real shit run from your ho quick Verse five (Iso) Dealin with the mind of a killer you fuckin with the gorilla that walk inside of your house and make sausages out your filler While niggas playin nintendo i'm creepin inside of your window to leap em weeping like willowers spittin off in the river While really sick in the middle while niggas be in the spit up we'll fuck her wrong and I kill em and put the body on wheels I'm playin em like a fiddle while eatin em like a skittle you niggas Dont wanna play cause I'll turn your wife to a widow I'm really sick in the brain when I'm grippin up on their bang or I'm catching em with his family turning em to a stranger I Hit em up with the flamer and niggas phasing their paper They wonderin how the fuck did the nigga pull off the caper I keep it dope with a laser but killin you with a razor You thinkin I'm Sweeny Todd when I'm giving niggas a taper If talkin shit went they bust then they foldin up like some paper I put em inside the oven then servin em like a waiter Who fuckin with the brain nigga that's a no brainer So many dead bodies it could be a cater If wonder true did it but I'm pushin like a skater And I'm laughing at the loan like see you later alligator Bang on you niggas for the crane 16 And everytime I do it spit a gwame 16 And all you niggas weak but you weighin 16 But I bet you quit trippin when I hang this beam Homie fuck rap nigga we bust that niggas Click clack on my hood blood fuck that nigga Dey ain't checkin for your music you suck whack nigga Old ass in the booth sounding butt crack nigga What's that nigga? Now you wanna diss me So I got on her forgotten we had history I'm still in the hood nigga ain't no mystery I go jeko with the homie from the deko killer instincts Verse six (Twistid Rob) A bitter sicko feastin on the pityful and choppin up the syllables a melody provided I'm a slaughter me A 16 grind em into mince meat Better pray for muzzle cause a motherfucker hotter Envision of a murderer come for the decorations and the hatin phony rappers lunch up with the preperations Put em in the dirt, it's a final destination Lotta saltys on the other end showing hella hesitation These veggie hittin motherfuckers gonna get it twisted Like no other but I do it midi skitzin like a fittin lookin like a savage fella cannot fathom bullshit Keep a rudda buddy automatic with a full clip I hear it talkin loud but you're argumemt's hopeless Id rather get to knockin knock em out oh shit I get to hackin up the problems like they're on the go shift Everybody fiendin for the lyra ella dopeness Breaking em off for sickness, making all my victims, take em like a bomb push em like buttons for ignition Nigga for the listen, bringin em home my vision, hear the boys for lockin in front of your system Comp to the kitchen, ain't competition, stirring up the pot with the newest edition Ready for the itches grab a kilo the kid came home and homicidal on a genocidal mission Verse seven (Hurricane) Started off as a problem but not a problem that a got a little bit big for you to handle I've been a wick to a candle the slick of the big block to killer instinct I'm an animal My brain's scattered but don't matter the Looney tunes Shoulda never came out of that fuckin pedigroom Put it up on her with the mask like a raccoon but what they've shouldn't a ney give up in a baboon Primated and prospus to like a paradox I can bring you shit that'll fills up with triceritops Do a drive by but the rocket launcher then pair of crocs Banging on a nigga until his air just stops You ain't ever been ready to deal with this shit Machete make em confetti go turn em into brisket Had a nigga thinkin their daddy could get the hit list Catch em in the grocery store to clean up on isle six Bet a nigga wish he never came around this Stuck a barnicle dick in his ass and never carcass My brain's sick niggas is sicker than those are talkin Send the city worker responder up in the garbage K-town nigga my gang is real I can tell your whole block how to handle your heel Motherfuckins gon' see that its killer for kill K I to the L L when you fuckin for real my nigga Verse eight (D.B.O.I.) Heavenly father forgive me, for what I'm about to do Cause genocide or sudden scare the winning numbers neglected who me hell is whoever blast a fist take perspective Do you wanna send a wrath in this wreckage? Take a shot we shakin, hisses ima get em With a pen I was in and this ink to my ways engraved til the end Have a nigga encore fan drunk and ignore lane never seen gordus stylish Blan got my fly hangin out my ride just a minage, we is nuts for your eyelids Whos this? Keyed eye be down or rynackin never leeing to the world motherfuckers is revalation you faithsy and stand adjacent with satan So my homeful penijaters so, and control, them all Feel like I'm stuck in this motherfucker There's too many they're cuttin this motherfucker Lightin up places to touch this motherfucker That buckin this mother fucker get back to this motherfucker for real Words from a skitzo Weapon of choice is a pencil So dont go testing the instinct of a killer Find out me and the grim reaper are identical Verse nine (Dikulz) Im sick in the brain brain brain I cut their wrist until their veins drain drain Then I hop inside the pussy when I do ima treat em like pops to the bang bang bang Man these rappers they're vaginal like a uterus I answer for the truth and get pissed when you say their music's shit How can you ever really improve your spit When you digivised from the people actually doing it Fuck em, let em die for their swagger Front page news, I die for the glamour I'm your attacker my mind is a dagger With once foul swoop I'll slice your cadaver Im ill, and it's part shit to blame It designed my dick riding artists in the game Making true artists just starve for some change With a sub par chest stiffed far it's a shame, I'm done With all the shenanigans when I'm back and the bad again ima make her stop panicking Davenger, ravager they posing like mannequins Somethin don't change ima have to go banish em so Kick rocks we dont need no more, tell her pack your bags gotta go you gotta dip Too many tennis round this motherfucker not payin rent dead showin others to evict, brain