Twisted Insane – 100 Round Clip

Twisted Insane – 100 Round Clip Lyrics

Artist: Twisted Insane
Song: 100 Round Clip

100 round clip
100 round clip
100 round clip
100 round clip

If a n#gg# really want it i’ll
Whoop one n#gg# stomach
And i’m movin’ like a comet
’cause i spit it super sonic

Can i get it while i be on it
m#th*rf#ck*rs that be robocopin’ n#gg#s and
Every time a n#gg# really wanna point it, and i hit ’em with the chopper
And everybody wanna stop

It’s like i’m runnin’ from the cops
They wonderin’ why that boy is shot at
But they never hit the block
Without a bustin’ on that chop

Because they never know when little n#gg#s wanna come and pop
With a (brain, brain, brain)
I remember cynical, stereotypical n#gg#s it’s pitiful
Nevеr dismissable, never difficult

Inadimissablе, individual lookin’ like a n#gg# will put you up in a ritual
When your babblin’ your “yabba-dabba-doo”, and
I don’t know what you were sayin’ but i know it sounded stupid
I don’t know if you was playin’ but i know i gotta prove it

Everytime a n#gg#s spittin’ at a m#th*rf#ck*r lose it
So i hit with a (100 round clip)
The ability to chop and never stop i’m at the top
While you all sit around and talk about it

Really really hot like i’m a fully auto block and
When i walked into the room these m#th*rf#ck*rs want to bop
And i can hit it from the bottom i can hit it from the top
And i can take another bottle, i can take another shot

And i can hit you with that m#th*rf#ck*r
With you i don’t give a f#ck who sent you i’m a killer so i really gotta get ’em
Man i’m all up in ’em, walkin’ with a motherf#ckin’ midget
When she got some big old nipples

Cuz she got some big old t#tt#es
And i really don’t wanna be rude and leave
Without taking a little nibble of the food my n#gg# that’ll be a titty
And i gotta take a little bit of medicine

Because my head has been shredded out of excedrin and brainsick
Sick of n#gg#s saying they the sickest in the game
Run around sick, never trip when i come with this sh#t
I am the chosen

1 to the head
2 to the head
3 to the head
When i hit em with a (100 round clip)

Tell me they really wanna give up sh#t if they
Get to really choppin’ the people i’m
Finna kill em and fill em up with the venom and
Shoot ’em up at his denim this homie they go and

Get ’em i boot ’em up in the ceiling the hit was a business dealins i hit him with penecilin
Put pressure up on his wounds and i bury bodies in villas
Get ready for n#gg#’s feelins, i’m murderin’ everybody and
Doin’ it like i’m gandhi and f#ckin’ with n#gg#s squealin’

I’m workin’ never stationed i’m filled with the motivation i’ll see you all on vacation then anybody who hatin’
I’m poppin’ the biggest waist and i
Put one up in your face
I got n#gg#s off of the cages, i gave you one for the kid and

I’m feelin’ somebody fake when increasin’ the murder rate
How was the music goin’ and flowin there? it is great
I be choppin’ up every n#gg# that thinkin’ they wouldn’t be choppin’ up into pieces
Well m#th*rf#ck*r, watch and let me demonstrate

Hit ’em whenever they wanna run up and leave a n#gg# leakin’
Leave it to me because i’m really about the business
They better bet your cranium, i never should have spot until a n#gg# point the glock at every single f#ckin’ witness
f#ck yes i like to play doctor

Got my butt hurt, when you heard i bopped her
I took her to ihop, then i hopped her
Yea
And that’s how you get sh#t done

That’s how you get it done
Brainsick!
Run around sick, never trip when i come with this sh#t
I am the chosen

1 to the head
2 to the head
3 to the head
When i hit em with a (100 round clip)
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Release Year: 2015