In the Wind - Twisted Insane

Mmhmm… That’s real

It’s so amazing, ya feel me?

It’s so amazing, y’all feel me on this?

Man, I need y’all to feel me on this, nigga whatever you gotta do to feel me on

this muthafucker

Take ya glass or muthafuckin drink, nigga, getchya muthafuckin weed like

Ay, ay, ay, let em know who you is homie…

That nigga that’s (tryin the E?)

(Kept smokin the weed?) and take off with the heat

Niggas don’t know about Twisted Insane when I’m dumpin away, (got the body

deceased?)

Hit em with two and then one to the noggin, dumpin on niggas like I was bin

laden, al-Qaeda ya, puttin these bodies in coffins

Finally somebody sicker that’s droppin

Puttin these bodies in death when I pop em

(A prophecit?) like I was Christopher Walken

(Insidious til I run ovah ya?) doster

Run up on niggas, so sick about talkin bout what they was talkin

Feelin they mad cause they bitches was (gawkin) «who's that nigga walkin?!»

Twisted Insane, bitch!

And I feed yo brain bitch!

(No fuck around when ya?) come to the house because I eat yo brain bitch!

(That brainsick)

Uh, yeah you can say that again

Ya bettah go tell the Vatican that imma have to get the bat again

Doin (?) so nigga fuck Anakin cause I’m Darth Vader

(You, come to the dark side!)

A hundred and fifty seconds later, (all these?) (?) died and I was smashin away,

flag hangin in the dark ride