[Intro: Twisted on Redro Video]
I shouldn't even be doing this
But I feel like I've got to because most muthafuckas start saying my name seem like, every goddamn thing somebody say is about me
So I'ma, I'ma gonna do it like this...
This n***a (Redro Killson said backwards.)
Is not brainsick

[Verse 1]
Talk is cheap n***a what really bracks
I told the whole world the fucking facts!
This n***a wolfin' fuck making memes
I put them red beams up on your fuckin' back!
Face to face and I ain't playing games!
I'm a gangsta n***a, never pussy wit it
Tryin' to get your homies, all riled up
Runnin from the Pharaoh, thats some pussy shit! (x2)
N***a don't know who, he is fooling wit!
Talkin big and bad, all type of gangsta
Blood you gonna have come do this shit

[Chorus]
I'ma brainsick n***a, I ain't playin' witcha fuck this music shit, n***a knuckle up!
One on one, n***a face to face
Come catch this fade, so I can fuck you up!
Stir the pot! (x6)
[Bridge: Twisted on Redro Video]
And I'ma gonna go over the entire thing with y'all
'Cause half, most of you muthafucka's don't give a fuck or know who the fuck I'm talkin' about. But I feel like I gotta do this
N***as sit around and don't do shit all day long
I tell n***as, "Okay... y'all can come into my shit and this what we can do we gon' go on tour."
"I'ma give y'all n***a $100 a show, plus you can bring your own merch..."
"Sell all your merch to all the fans, and keep all, I don't want none a ya money back."

[Chorus x2]
(Telephone Effect)
One on one, n***a face to face
Come catch this fade, so I can fuck you up!
(Normal) Stir the pot!

[Bridge: Twisted on Redro Video]
Keep in mind, these n***as ain't making no money! At all!
Not a dollar!
So I'm trying to give you the opportunity to come perform in front of my fans, and I'm paying you to do it!

[Verse 2]
Talk is cheap blood, one on one!
In the back door without the guns!
Face to face n***a fuck the music!
I'm from linkin park, blood whats brackin huh?
Pop up at my show if you want
We gonna strain the shit, put it on the book!
Knock yo bitch ass out, so all my fans that you was talkin' bout can watch and look
N***a fuck yo hooks! N***a fuck yo raps!
Just get up and scrap! On [blunts?] n***a!
Tryna to stop to sell, your little whack ass albumbut only 27 n***as even fuck wit you
[Chorus]
I'ma brainsick n***a, I ain't playin witcha fuck this music shit, [go on?] knuckle up!
One on one, n***a face to face
Come and catch this fade, so I can fuck you up!
Stir the pot! (x6)

[Outro: Twisted on Redro Video]
Since when is catching a fade beefin?!
I run the fade n***a, I'll pull up to ya house, jump out run a fair fade, me and you jump back in the whip, and just smash...that ain't no beef
I come from a generation where...we catch the fade!
We use, we use hands, we fightin'
And and whoever wins wins, whoever loses loses!
You pick yourself up, you brush yourself off and you keep it pushin for the next day!
Nowadays these n***as come, they-they not with that they don't wanna fight, you-you tell a n***a you wanna catch a fair (Hook Starts) fade they tell you they gon' bring all they n***as you tell a n***a lets knuckle up me and you by theyself they tell you they got how big they guns is-is how many guns they got
That's no gangsta! That's not gangsta!
If a man come up to you and say n***a let's catch a fade let's run one right now... RUN IT!