Letra de '100 Round Clip' de Twisted Insane

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

If a nigga really want it all
Put one in his stomach
And I'm movin' like a comet
Cause that shit is super sonic
Can I get it while I be on it
Motherfuckers that who will be poppin' a nigga and
Every time a nigga really wanna pull 'em
And I hit 'em with the chopper
And everybody wanna stop us
Like I'm runnin' from the cops
And they wonderin' why they are shot at
But they never hit the block
When I'm bustin' on that chop
Cause they never know
When the little nigga's wanna come and pop
With a (bang, bang, bang)
I remember cynical, stereotypical nigga's is hit-able
Never dismissable, never difficult
Inadimissable, individual lookin' like a nigga
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 niggas spittin' at a motherfucker 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 Glock and
When I walked into the room these motherfuckers 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 motherfucker
With you I don't give a fuck who sent you
I'm a killer so I really gotta get'em
Man I'm all up in em, walkin' with a motherfuckin' midget
When she got some big old nipples
And she got some big old titties
And I really don't wanna be rude and leave
Without taking a little nibble of food
While I got a whole big old tittie
And I gotta take a little bit of medicine
Cause my head has been shredded out of Excedrin and brainsick
Sick of niggas saying they the sickest in the game

Run around sick, never trip
When I come with this shit
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 and
Get to really choppin' people and
Finna kill em and fill em up with the venom and
Shoot 'em up out at this demon cause homie they go and
Get 'em I boot 'em up in the ceiling as if it was ben and
I hit 'em with penicillin
Perpetual wounds and I bury bodies and villians
Get ready for nigga's feelins I'm murderin' everybody and
Doin' it like I'm Gandhi and fuckin' with niggas squealin'
I'm bringin’ the devastation
I’m filled with the motivation I’ll see you all on vacation
Then anybody who hatin'
I'm poppin' the biggest waist and
Put one up in your face
I got niggas through out the case
Like I do with my go get 'em and
I'm feelin' somebody fade when I'm increasin' the murder rate
How was the music when it go and flow, it is great
I be choppin' up every nigga that be thinkin'
They be choppin' 'em up into pieces
Motherfucker, watch and let me demonstrate
(100 round clip)
Hit em whenever they wanna run up
And leave a nigga leakin'
Leave it to me because I’m really about the business
Diggin' up in your cranium, never should leave the spot
Until a nigga point the Glock at every single fuckin' witness
Fuck yes I like to play doctor
Got a butt hurt, when you heard I bopped her
I took her to iHop, then I hop her
I'm Twisted Insane, yeah the worldwide chopper!

Yea
And that's how you get shit done
That's how you get it done
Brainsick!