No Rest For The Wicked

(专辑： In My Darkest Hour - 2017)

[Twisted Insane:]
No rest

Bath salt, everybody always coming to me I'm a asshole
I don't really give a you know I be eating the pussy like it was Tabasco
Don't you worry lil mama, I ain't with the drama, get up out that castle
Smash on 'em so fast, bet you was the last, I'm finna laso
Pass yo ass sit in this trashcan, got damn I mean
Know what so what? I don't give no fucks, bitch go get clean
Tied the bitch up with a blindfold, yo can die hoe with the 223
Follow me, I'm on a mission, get up out the kitchen if a nigga too much heat
Lava
Run up in 'em with the fang
They don't wanna bang
When I hit the party I'ma get the bang and get to knocking candy out yo pinata
Take another hit got me feeling kinda nigga was a super villian
With venom maybe I should bend 'em when I'm in the building someone get a doctor
Roll up on 'em in a pedal
Heat up out window smoke 'em like a hookah
Brainsick and they want it with gang bang like I'm kunta
Every time he come up with the bread he short like he lumpa
I don't wanna have to hit a nigga block like doo doo doo
Hold up he don't ever say no, I am walking with a halo
Could be fatal if I pull up on 'em with the black mask the space ghost
What you think bro? Should I really murder everybody go ahead and take notes?
Get away bro, I'm hit shit that's more quicker then fay-go
Tornado, spin when I'm full of sin and that's daily
Ain't now way to maintain bitch, my brain sicker than rabbies
Them can leave now ain't no way fo them to phase me
Then stare down the barrel all night bitch I'm brazy no rest

[C. Ray:]
I don't play, I don't snooze, somebody making the news
Run in ya safe for ya jewels, pursue me I'm shakin 'em loose
You can stay looking over your shoulder till I wind up catching you slipping
[?] 'cause there is no rest for the wicked

[Twisted Insane:]
Pardon my french I ain't spose to
Clap when I'm in the back like I'm Rosa
Poe one when i'm in the hole blowing doja
Now, but a nigga brack and I told ya
Stuck and I need the weed that I'm use to
Done, but I'm hella one with the buddah
Sit up on the porch with the brew
And if he come though then I'll Do Ya
Someone hit the block moving hella slow and I don't know 'em fuck that
In a minute I'ma tell the homie hit the bushes nigga for the muskrat
Told me tryna walk up on me after wolfin I don't wanna shake ya hand
I don't give a damn I'm looking at his mannerisms with hammer ready and I bust back
Wake up in the morning hop up in the booth
Burn 'em up and I'm in it way to bic
Gotta keep it going and they ain't really knowing that my brain on sick
Try to get up on the radio they like we don't play this shit
5 4 3 2 1 I'm done with this same old shit
Voodoo
Obviously I'm really with it shoot for the face
Went up and grabbed a hen couple minutes later murder was the case
Hurry up and hop up in the whip and hit the corner like I'm being chased
Never did I ever stutter ain't nobody over when I'm in the race I'm first place
Spin when I'm full of sin and that's daily
Ain't now way to maintain bitch my brain sicker than rabbies
Them can leave now ain't no way fo them to phase me
Then stare down the barrel all night bitch I'm brazy no rest

[C. Ray:]
I don't play, I don't snooze, somebody making the news
Run in ya safe for ya jewels, pursue me I'm shakin 'em loose
You can stay looking over your shoulder till I wind up catching you slipping
[?] 'cause there is no rest for the wicked