[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Imma hit you with 1-8-7, only when you fucking with them killers
The realest, n***a you was dealing with Godzilla
The illest, you King Kong, I'm banana peeler
Pop you with the milla, you know it that there ain't nobody iller Imma hit 'em with the venom
Gotta hit 'em with the venom
Blood I hit 'em with the venom
Imma hit you with the venom
Call your momma tell her that I did it
Blood I hit em with the venom

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
N***as wanna wolf all night
Put the phone down lets meet up blood I wanna just fight
Fuck this rap shit, lets hit the park, I done wanna just squabble
I ain’t Superman, but I put it on my momma n***a you will get wobbled
Hit 'em with the 1-2 combo, what you wanna go I got my cardio on just so I can deal with you bitches. (On the set)
Mano y manoI, I lump you n***as up and then I leave your eye lid full of stitches. (On the set)
Lets hit the ditches, take a n***a’s chucks to the mud
You call me and then think I won’t show?
Bitch please n***a I’ma Lincoln Park blood
Green flag hanging, chuck t’s swanging
The sun goes down n***a, bullets start ringing
Everybody in this motherfucker gathered up, then I show up drunk like n***a this lincoln
The fuck is you thinking?
I catch a fade with all of you n***as
You can even jump me, slap my face in the dirt but my AK will come back and swallow you n***as
Knocking n***as out that’s why I spend all my time in the fucking weight room (Lifting)
So when I hit you motherfuckers all in your lip it’s a one way trip to the tomb (You crazy)
Yeah, I heard that before, by every bitch I ever fucked with
But all these ratchet ass bitches got n***as on my phone talking bout some fuckin' shit
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[Verse 2: King-ISO]
Shit, n***as thinking it be all rapping. (Man fuck this rap shit n***a)
Wolfing all up on the internet I wanna vim and start acting
(What’s good my n***a?)
Be up at these shows and I snuck a gun in just in case I gotta wet y'all n***as
On the set for rap, if it wasn’t for the music but I never would’ve met y'all n***as
I be on my A wax all outta shape, doesn’t really matter gotta Glock on my waist
But I don’t give a fuck how big blood is if a n***a try me getting mopped in the face
Young brazy ass n***a that i’ll kill if I have to it’s good I ain’t tripping
All rapping ass n***as act hard but it’s funny how i’m young and got you shook like bitches
N***a talk big but they won’t walk one, talk about fade but they ain’t caught one
Imma disrespect n***as so motherfucking bad, have em lured at the pad, like n***a spark one
I ain’t fucking with you foul ass n***as, know where i’m at but don’t wanna get down ass n***as
All rap about it but you ain’t bout that, n***a's you bomedy out the hood old blawn ass n***a
Ghost town blood and my red rag hanging, fuck rap shit n***a
Fuck what you was saying
Fuck you and anybody who associated with you, from your hood to your kids on the set, I ain’t playing
See me from the shutters if you bitch n***as think you can whoop Iso
Got this local n***a saving up, promoters like "Please don’t bug Iso"

[Chorus]