Relevant

[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Brainsick!
Anybody want it, I be at 'em with the cannon, felt abandoned all my life till’ people told me that I ain’t shit
Grew up and I get a little older with a chip upon a shoulder, the promoter told me that I was the greatest
Never will they ever be recovering
I put the pressure on 'em bout to vomit when I smother 'em
I wish a nigga would [?] way up in 'em up
And I ain't sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka stuttering

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Always wanna go against the grain
They gon’ nail me to the cross because I represent the Brain
Think it’s funny when some people tryna get me out the game
Ain’t no winning ain’t no pun intended shit is getting strange
Really put your ass up in the pickle when I’m with you niggas cum and split and really give me tickle
What's the issue
I done been against the grain a million times by myself against a million I'll be standin' with the middle
And don’t nobody hold my hand through this shit
Matter fact I’m probably 'bout the only person who think I can do this shit
Get myself up out the super long as I maneuver shit
But Marcus Black told me I’m white Doo Doo shit?
Fuck it I’ma get back on my voodoo shit heard the city and I wiped my ass when I was through with it
People tell me ain't you kind of scared a little bit
Because he got a big ol’ team and people thinking you ain’t doin’ shit
Maybe if I didn’t have a skillset
Never been afraid and never late behind my bills yet
Fuck the nigga way before the hype
Said it then say it now people frown but I found I ain’t killed yet Never have I been a, been a phantom
I bust through up in the pad like I’m crash and the bandit this ain't random
I’ve been waiting up in line to be at him always really with the shit so we gonna have to fucking ban him
I don’t know if he gon’ come at all
Cherrio here we go niggas know he be on Fuck Em All
Here we got some hate I up in him, none at all
Niggas sit by them and think you're stupid and gon' represent a butterball
With the head of pine
Talk and race, niggas thought that they would pass
They were sadly mistaken
I ain’t hating but I’ve been working overtime with the pace
Ain’t no way to get away because the fate can’t be evaded
I’m so belated, live in the house that is gated
Need to thank God that I made it
I’m in the club and I’m getting so faded and dadada, dadada, Oh Fuck I hate it
Fuck!

[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Brainsick!
Anybody want it, I be at 'em with the cannon, felt abandoned all my life till’ people told me that I ain’t shit
Grew up and I get a little older with a chip upon a shoulder, the promoter told me that I was the greatest
Never will they ever be recovering
I put the pressure on 'em bout to vomit when I smother 'em
I wish a nigga would 40 way up in 'em up
And I ain't sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka stuttering

[Verse 2: Dikulz]
How’s your cardio?
I’m a test it, when I run up on you, better run away before you feel the wrath/
Call’em Mario, the way I bash your head into the bricks/
And then I’ll do you in like Whitney when I fill the bath/

Where’s the cash?, I’ll take it all I ain’t here to ask/
Underdog and I’m loving that/
Under estimated’s where I bubble at/
I’ll pass’em on the track, then double back/
I’m chopping like a lumber jack, I’m here to clear the path/

MAKE WAY, cause y’all are collateral damage
Scurry in a hurry or get trampled by the Elephant/
I’ll take’em out their element
And Make’em all irrelevant/
Better get the sentiment or cover up in sediment/
And Like a regiment I never stop/
If I never made a cent, I would’ve done it for the hell of it/

Cause the fury’s flowing out every follicle/
Eye catcher, I catch their eye like a monocle/
A Phenom, to peons I’m beyond phenomenal/
I kill it, pack it up and then I move on like a Carnival/

I gotta deliver, and give’em all of my innards/
Hoping that they swallow it before all of it wither/
What a waist of me, but what it did, is taught me to differ/
Every loss I take, I level up, I’m always a winner/

I’ll never be bitter, came to far to be a quitter/
And I gotta remember that’s how we’ve come up from the dirt/
Be humbled by the work/
If you want to survive, It’s a painful reminder, you gotta hustle till it hurt/

But thats hard to explain/
You know, the dos and the donts to these marks they complain/
If you ask who’s got the best bars in the game/
To even think that thought you gotta start with the BRAIN/

[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Brainsick!
Anybody want it, I be at 'em with the cannon, felt abandoned all my life till’ people told me that I ain’t shit
Grew up and I get a little older with a chip upon a shoulder, the promoter told me that I was the greatest
Never will they ever be recovering
I put the pressure on 'em bout to vomit when I smother 'em
I wish a nigga would [?] way up in 'em up
And I ain't sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka-sticka stuttering