Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Trash Wit Tat-2's, artist - Twiztid.
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Song language: English
White Trash Wit Tat-2's |
It won’t stop till my heart beat expires |
And then I keep it going till the underground retires |
We keep it darker then a vampire |
With your body in my trunk, with my bumps and my spare tire |
M-O-N-O-X-I-D-E, when a disaster strikes, it looks just like me A wild germ set loose, I’m abused by most |
I’m a plague that will wipe out most of the east coast |
Come with me, run with me, try to escape |
We love, not hate, now can you relate? |
Burning me inside, with the pain of never knowing |
Can’t explain why the rain don’t change, it keeps glowing |
I’m a lighting rod |
Rocking the dead, a little bit frightening and odd |
But I never forget, because you know |
It be the all doing, all seeing, all knowing |
Chainsaw, baseball bat, and axe toting |
Eastside!, white trash with tattoos |
This is how the fuck we live! |
This is what the fuck we do! |
Twiztid in this bitch, double 0-tre |
And we crush any nemesis |
Jamie Madrox, got shaped like a jellyfish (Like a succubas) |
Brain of a scientist *Gibberish* |
I’m the adbomible beast from the east |
I’m the walker of the dimension X, in search of inner peace |
I’m everywhere and nowhere at the same time |
Scales of the book, a savior of mine, remains mummified inside |
Inside, where all the negativity goes |
Sprayed down with herbicide so love will never grow in this host |
And I’m changing forms Scared to death to come in view of great thunderstorms |
It hurts far worse, lighting never strikes in the same place twice |
You gotta be precise |
To exist in the midst of the don’t say shit |
To the maniacs with eyes in the back of they heads |
Hostile… slapping a chicken head And our styles evadable no matter what you |
said |
Is you stupid? |
You need to clean your earholes |
Smash on a clown no matter how many zeros |
These superheros don’t ride brooms |
Smoke mary jane, and leave the club with some mushrooms |
I don’t need no X to fly high, who’s the next to die? |
I’m already high and trying to stay high |
Now everybody blaze a bag of weed and relax |
And live your life through the underground with the maniac |
Why they saying that? |
Just because of my tat? |
Because I’m white and spitting a rap? |
Is it cause I keep coming with an axe and an x in the middle of my head? |
And I wish I was dead? |
The only thing I wanted instead was to be left alone |
And stay the fuck out of my zone |
So come and get me |