| They say they want the original Twist
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| So I’m about to go in the mental and then I’ma hit 'em with this
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| Brutality at its finest when come to rhythm and rhymin'
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| Since they want me to come and empty the clip
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| I’m finna get to 'em, introducin' a new fear to 'em
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| Better beware of who can enter the terror
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| I know that it’s a new era, I respect 'em all
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| Except for them niggas actin' like bitches
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| That be wearin' mascara, and they go for whoevr
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| Do a maneuver for you to pursue, a
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| Nigga lik me but you can’t, I’m a barracuda
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| Big dog off Eukanuba, now you know who the ruler
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| Smokin' super buddha that get you blowed like a tuba
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| Now I got the fire in my iris
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| Rappin' to the violin on violence
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| Action, I’m admirin' the sirens
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| Passion and desire through the cryin'
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| See the bullets flyin', see the bodies dyin', this is genocide
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| When they ridin' see the hammer, I
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| Take over like a locksmith, breakin' into the cockpit
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| Cut off the autopilot to the engine, then drop shit
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| Then jump into the moshpit
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| Now I’m all up in a cloud with the loud
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| Actin' wild in the middle of the mob like I’m off one
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| Vocals full of hot shells to the dome of the adversaries
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| They be talkin' shit till they caught one
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| Bust anatomy yellin' «fuck what y’all sayin'»
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| Nigga, we into it so die while the music is playin'
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| Tell everybody get face down on the ground
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| I’mma leave 'em all layin', and leave 'em all prayin'
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| Your flow is fraudulent
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| I can tell by the reaction of the audience
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| 'cause they are not partyin'
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| The track I am bodyin', I’m a fool
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| Takin' niggas to school, I am the guardian
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| Lyrics are vital
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| I spit the kinda shit that excites you
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| I am the Christ and y’all are my disciples
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| Religion will protect, bullets hit you in the chest
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| If I have to I shoot through the Bible with the rifle
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| Tiger without a title
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| Strike 'em like I’m Michael Myers
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| Cut the tires, I desire blood when I step into the colosseum
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| Sacrificial lamb, I’mma be him, I can beat 'em
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| Down to a pulp, tell me who can stop me, I don’t see 'em
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| If the bullets that y’all clip’ll spray ricochet this-a-way
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| It can say pick a day that you gon' see some disarray
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| Lyrics spillin' out like andele, andele, run away
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| I’m a creature when I keep on dissin' your bitch away
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| When it come to pimpin' styles then I am an emblem
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| The way I disassemble 'em and reassemble 'em
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| Syllable after syllable down to the minimum
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| And swingin' back and forth on a bitch like a pendulum
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| Before I murder you I’ma give you an option
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| You say you will get it poppin' I’ma ask you where your verse at
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| Or face your funeral, I’m fuckin' up your fantasy
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| And shoot your family up when they comin' down the church steps
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| See the black masks poppin' out the van and they buckin'
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| Like they know that you was fuckin' up the plug with the man
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| All up in the club throwin' money and you
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| Wasn’t showin' love to the land, I’mma leave 'em all prayin' |