Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Twisted , by - Hopsin. Song from the album No Shame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Undercover Prodigy
Song language: English
Twisted |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt |
| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt |
| Respect my name when it leave your mouth |
| You bet' not get it |
| I see myself as Bruce Banner |
| Some people say I’m a loose cannon |
| I only came here to do damage |
| Not 21, I’m just too savage |
| Go ahead and get you some new glasses |
| But I am unseeable, dude can it |
| I will applaud you if you manage |
| I now reside on a new planet |
| Nigga, my ego is on Eiffel |
| Piss a nigga off I ain’t really gonna see no high road |
| «Damn Hop, why you seem so spiteful?» |
| Stepping on niggas like fee-fo-fi-fum |
| Get used to my trifle ways when enemies got a price to pay |
| I don’t really fit in with none of you niggas |
| When I’m near you, I feel like a metal in a microwave |
| I’d much rather be at home all alone by myself |
| Fuck your support, I can buy it myself |
| Foes be the real reason why I melt |
| Y’all get around me and eyeing my wealth |
| I don’t need anyone side my help |
| Pain in my eyes every time I yelp |
| If I don’t relax then my mind might swell |
| But I guess that’s life, oh well |
| So here’s my hypothesis |
| The old me does not exist |
| Y’all like «what Hop is this» |
| I’m not here for peace |
| I’m not here for love |
| Bitch, I want the opposite |
| So fuck all the compliments |
| Fuck being positive |
| I’m in my prime, but I ain’t no Optimus |
| Shit’s about to go down |
| I can promise it, biatch |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Respect my name when it leave your mouth |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Respect my name when it leave your mouth |
| You bet' not get it |
| How you tryna drive from the backseat |
| I been running things like an athlete |
| Pedal to the metal going max speed |
| Sippin' Red Bull 'cause I barely had sleep |
| Laboratory smellin' like a gas leak |
| Going up in flames when the track beat |
| I made a 100 motherfuckin' K last week |
| Niggas feeling me like Mr King’s last speech |
| When you mixing a whole lot of hardcore revenge |
| And pitchfork your sins then misfortune wins |
| You can cop you a house up in Porter Ranch |
| And pull up on these hoes in Porsche or Benz |
| So many fake friends, I’m bored of friends |
| Life feel just like I’m bordered in |
| Have I talked to the Lord I sorta been |
| I been battlin' with life in a tournament |
| Let me split the facts |
| Bitch, relax, I lift the match and build the shit from scratch |
| First empire I built, shit collapsed |
| Had bad splits like my lips were chapped |
| Back in high school where not many kids could rap |
| When I engineer they ass just for cash |
| Niggas couldn’t see where my head was at |
| In my living room where I rest the plaques |
| So here my conclusion |
| As I sit in this booth I condition to bruise |
| I’m vicious and gruesome |
| Your listening tools, some premeditated murder yes I meant to intrude |
| It’s Panorama city, madness up against me |
| You see Prodigy the rapper TAC committee |
| I been rappin' 'fore the world tell me not to go sittin' |
| Like |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Respect my name when it leave your mouth |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Respect my name when it leave your mouth |
| You bet' not get it |
| Welcome to my Euphoria |
| This is a place where I’m too victorious |
| This ain’t a place where the grass is greener |
| This is a place full of mad demeanor |
| Look sideways catch a bag of fever |
| Niggas stay shooked like they having seizures |
| My life’s a movie and that’s the teaser |
| So recognize the real nigga |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Respect my name when it leave your mouth |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up |
| You bet' not get it twisted, nigga |
| For real, no doubt, no doubt (No doubt!) |
| Respect my name when it leave your mouth |
| You bet' not get it |