Lyrics 2Nd 2No 1 - Twiztid

2Nd 2No 1

Just understand this.
We ain’t second to no one
Psychopathic has been and always will be number one
Twiztid in this bitch.
2 Dope in this bitch.
Yo momma in this bitch
Yo momma’s momma’s great grannies momma’s up in this bitch.
YEAAHHHHHH!
Like Stevie
I make em wonder why they’re staring out their eyes but they still can’t see me
I’m on your mind like a beanie
Blessed by the son of a fiend through a cassette and a CD
So many wish like a genie
That I would just go away but I’m everywhere like graffiti
I want it all, not a piece, I’m greedy
Wanna increase everything while I’m here and my heart is beating
Shooting for the stars is easy
It’s not falling apart when you are one believe me
I’m so far from the cheesy
But I’m sharp keep the cheddar and the blueprint parked in the same place
Like a new whip in the dark so when I’m through with leaving a mark and abusing
anything from music to making movies
You can start feeling like you’re the first one to do it but right now,
we’re the only ones that see through it
(Yeah!)
All I need is one night
One Night
One stage
All I got is one life
One story
It ain’t gonna change
From the moonlight straight to the sun
I ain’t second to none
Make it clear like you’re waving a gun
I ain’t second to none
Second to none and
First to myself I’m
Bitter for always being eleventh or twelfth and
Tired of doing shit for the sake of my health while
Watching these fat cat’s states double in wealth and
Telling me lucky if another record sell
Cause the economy got us all headin' straight to hell well
CDs are destined for landfills
Cause the music industry indecisive in a comatose standstill
The media say we’re too sick for the air waves
Hoping we clean it up and suck somebody dick for air play
We old school not the next gen rappers
Self absorbed and full of shit just like some pampers
Dumb bastards to yourself you’re a hazard
And you wonder why your book only consists of one chapter
Short lived like careers and my patience
So close to my last supper I can almost taste it
(Sing it!)
I’m the Peyton to the Manning, the greatest one in your family
Hope you understand that I’m never here for the Grammy
Even though I thank the radio and need it badly
They’ll never give me the time of day cause I don’t keep it swaggy
Maybe if I change my everything to make them happy
I could fade away like the rest of the people they’ve enchanted
And granted I’m getting blazed and living lavish
I knew it from the beginning that this isn’t what I’m after
Please release me if I’m captured
That means I’m going backwards
And kiss so many asses to get a track heard
Instead I keep my back turned
Middle fingers is the answer
The media Industry’s nothing but cancer