Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Story of Our Lives, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Song language: English
Story of Our Lives |
| I want everybody listening now to say this |
| Twiztid is the motherfucking shit |
| And everybody else that feels that I’m a little out of line |
| Come see me when you’re hitting rewind |
| And you will find that I’m an ex con, serial killer |
| Axe wielding for realla big gorilla |
| As I walk in the shadow of death |
| I bitch slap his ass and then light a cigarette |
| I told you all I’m addicted to drugs and weird sex |
| And putting holes in the back of your neck carnival reject |
| Respect like you do the don the da |
| When you see me give your boy a hollar |
| Got the world in a shock collar like a rottweiler on the loose |
| Running trains on your girl’s caboose |
| Don’t believe in a truce we’re gonna fight until somebody here dies |
| We’ve been here since 1865 and no lies |
| This is the story of our lives |
| Come and take a look in my eyes |
| Keep it real and tell me no lies |
| We’ve been waiting for you |
| We came through the door kicking that bitch off the hinge |
| We was knocking but wouldn’t nobody let us in |
| It’s the incredible edible white chocolate rappers |
| We came on the scene busting your cabbage patch bakwards |
| We was born connected at the hip like siamese |
| Twins we coming down with the underground sound |
| And one finger on each hand and you can count them |
| Fuck everybody here man it’s not about them |
| And tucked inside of my bag is a problem |
| Underground, feel the ground shake |
| Feel it vibrate, watch your girl girate |
| We could dig the whole world if we choose |
| But instead we kick the wickedest blues and I refuse to lose |
| To demographic and the people who choose |
| To put the hearts inside of the black magic (AND HERE WE GO) |
| We write voodoo sayings on the fronts of t-shirts |
| So that when people read them they will become creatures |
| Still coming with the ultra man flow |
| That will linger in your brain and constantly echo |
| We ain’t in it to be rich we’re ready to reach folks |
| And change life and put you up on shit you ain’t know |
| That’s about it, you’re in the midst of some maniacs |
| Who will unload a microphone in your dome as if it’s a gat |
| So conceal the unreal if the fruit is mass appeal |
| We’re the worms eating away from under the apple peel |
| With all juice and no pulp fiction |
| No dollar ninety nine admitted for our predictions |
| We smash mics like with the rhymes we recite |
| Keep this motherfucker hype from now ‘til sunlight |
| Now do you really need a shovel to dig it |
| And with the flip of a coin we can be righteous or wicked |