an twisting thing is am missing the sick scene,
were a get back by starting a killing,
make body's depart from tha intestines,
so police start arresting me, man sin is the best thing,
this just a vision so don't mix it with a dream,
yeah twisted, crazy an shady, yeah a messed up de-
monic, high fucked an listening to the chronic,
weed yeah am on it, took so much like a drunken fool am'a vomit,
but where's my wallet and why can't a feel what am touching,
where's my knife god it, never get's lost that's something,
that never happen's, a dumb-thing gotta find my gun, for hunting,
oh god damn it am startin to trip, where's the gun,
a ain't parting with it, am dare near stunned,
fuckin getting angry but some reason can't feel it,
like a lil wayne verse, am not partin my gun no treason see it,
is my bitch but out of this world, cause can not fuck it,
an yet still not part with my girl, woah but quick shit,
a wake up and the trick is over, back to being a sick fucker,
the killer, dreams not tricking me anymore shit's over,
Quick stuff
