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Smith Yo, yo Everything black is wack and shit Blackheads, blackmail, black cats and shit Funerals, niggaz gotta wear black and shit Black cars, black clothes on they backs and shit Blackballed, if we don’t kiss they ass and shit Blacklisted see ya nigga, and you’re gone that’s it White bitches, they wanna be black and shit Tan lotion on they white flat ass and shit Aiyyo all the Mau Maus gather up and let’s attack because they’re tryin to fuck with our images and I think that shit is crazy wack And as a matter of fact, they want us niggaz to smile and laugh – I guess they never seen a bloodbath Brothers and sisters are dyin, babies are bein taken out So what the fuck they want me to rap about? Forty-one shots of reality for the generations to come after me! All up in your face To give you mothafuckas a taste Of whatever I’m kickin’ Damn, the shit is finger-lickin’ Like the pussy attached to the bitch I’m stickin’ Flickin’ The cunt-ilingous real tough ‘Cause I wear a pair of thighs like some mothafuckin’ ear muffs Lick it up Because I gets to the point Sit back, relax, and smoke a fuckin’ joint Rough, rougher than the corsite of the sandpaper More complex than menthaliptous with the soothing vapors Where the papers? Blaze Ya Dead Homie [Verse 1: On the subject that I’m stressin’, the shit is kinda deep like Atlantis Mothafuckas nowadays be actin’ scandulous But fuck em’, and fuck you too if you down wit’ em’ I aim to split em’ And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm I’m bringin’ Pain to your ears loud and clear So turn it up and freak out, it’s something weird Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin’ down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don’t know Weird!! Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch! Because I wanna get high Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky I’m quite disgusted When some gets apathetic I’ll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like cryogenics Anasthetic, carbon monoxide A mind-meld Pressure on your mind until your mind swells It’s something weird Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin’ down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don’t know Weird!!

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♫ Twiztid – My Addiction songtekst | – Your Lyrics Source

Because I wanna get high Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky I’m quite disgusted When some gets apathetic I’ll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like cryogenics Anasthetic, carbon monoxide A mind-meld Pressure on your mind until your mind swells It’s something weird.

Blaze Ya Dead Homie [Verse 1: You think they fuckin rhymes? All up in your face To give you mothafuckas a taste Of whatever I’m kickin’ Damn, the shit is finger-lickin’ Like the pussy attached to the bitch I’m stickin’ Flickin’ The cunt-ilingous real tough ‘Cause I wear a pair of thighs like some mothafuckin’ ear muffs Lick it up Because I gets to the point Sit back, relax, and smoke a fuckin’ joint Rough, rougher than the corsite of the sandpaper Twizti complex than menthaliptous with the soothing vapors Where the papers?

Are you enjoying that? Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin’ down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don’t know Weird!!

  CHAAR BOTTLE VODKA WALLPAPER

Jamie Madrox] E town with it, turn to the back With that east side repping ready for the attack Checking all the tires, all white and black With the black Twiztid embroidered on the back Guess who’s back, yep, it’s the tray side And we put it down for life and ready to ride Madrox and Monoxide, you ain’t heard Got people who were all anticipating our return With everywhere you look, it ain’t looking good not at all And everybody looking is waiting for you to fall Now we design and dominate that’s just mans natural instinct And put it on the line like reputations and pink slips We got the music, let it do what it do And this stress carrying the world, we gonna twlztid that too We gonna bury them fools and the rest in a cloak At night we gonna strike like black parasites [Chorus: Monoxide Child] O six Caddy, brand new daddy Twenty eight grams in twenty little baggies Got a little something in the back of my jacket Cause I’m always getting threats they wanting to kidnap me Flames still burning and the hatred’s back I got the chainsaw revving and bloodstains to match I got you wtiztid like a reverend who got caught in the act And you react like you did when he got whacked with the ax Underestimated and medicated I’m only handed this psycho game from the people who never made it I’ll be dead if I bow twizid now Jack Twuztid represent a portion of people who on the real they won’t allow that They got us tatted on their neck, breast, chest and head And undress the dead, enough said We got a mark on your planet earth You got a rack ttwiztid of bootlegged shirts, the truth hurts [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Smith Yo, yo Everything black is wack and shit Blackheads, blackmail, black cats and shit Funerals, niggaz gotta wear black and shit Black cars, black clothes on they backs and shit Blackballed, if we don’t kiss they ass and shit Blacklisted see ya nigga, and you’re gone that’s it White bitches, they wanna be black and shit Tan lotion on they white flat ass and shit Aiyyo all the Mau Maus gather up and let’s attack because they’re tryin to fuck with our images and I think that shit is crazy wack And as a matter of fact, they want us niggaz to smile and laugh – I guess they never seen a bloodbath Brothers and sisters are dyin, babies are bein taken out So what the fuck they want me to rap about?

My Addiction

We was born to roll! On the subject that I’m stressin’, the shit is kinda deep like Atlantis Mothafuckas twjztid be actin’ scandulous But fuck em’, and fuck you too if you down wit’ em’ I aim to split em’ And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm I’m bringin’ Pain to your ears loud and clear So turn it up and freak out, it’s something weird.

Blaze Ya Dead Homie] You’ve awoke the sleeping giant, all this psycho lying Your sawed off blasts leave all your mama’s crying At the wake, ready to bake everybody in the front row My aim is to put your relatives in a hole Laying next to you stretched out in one big plot The blood clots all over your head like polka dots No gun shots I did it all with my Louisville slugger Another notch added every time I beat a mother fucker Stomp a mother fucker, drag they bodies in their back yards Chop heads and hands off of the corpse The identity, I ain’t trying to see no time It’s on, I scatter ashes where the sun don’t shine And I do dirt with only close people of mine Cause they real while you phony snitches out there dropping dimes So give me one reason to get me to squeezing on another And I’m a haul out and start cracking mother fuckers [Chorus].

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I wanna rip the skin off my body so I can see my skeleton The thinks you think are mandatory I think are irrelevent In fact, a lunatic is not always insane Society bends the mind intends to give pain Maintain long enough to live your life Maintain your sanity long enough so you can get paid Looking for my mind, I think I lost it And fuck every last muthafucka out there that wanna talk shit I give a fuck not what you think I’m down to blast your ass everytime you blink So think Sucka Mothafucka You besta back up Before I crack up And nut-up And fuck yo’ ass up I rip the rhyme like it has to be What’s my mental capacity You’re askin’ me I’m hittin’ like 6.

About how happy I am, to be livin in the slum where little shorties walk around totin big guns Hard Black droppin science, born to roll Mau Maus droppin science, born to roll Hard Black droppin science, born to roll Mau Maus droppin science, born to roll Nigga, nigga you think these rhymes? Bones single Lyrics illuminate like some candles Nastier than ashy ass feet in some open toed sandles Aij X is the port to imagination Desecration Of the body, mind deprivation In relation To the son of man you can’t avoid ‘Cause I’m on the Dark Side of the Moon like Pink Floyd Can you see me?

Check am sound Peep this freaky shit goin’ down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don’t know Check the twizid Peep this freaky shit goin’ down Yo right there; blue eyes, and black hair Kill ’em with a rhyme, or the bottom of my Nike Airs So quick son pick one, you don’t want me to finish or I’ll quickly take you to and ai you like the British Head on a spear, contusions ear to ear For Africa Maxima, I’ma drive you out of here Mr.

Something Weird – Twiztid (letra da música) – Cifra Club

Because I wanna get high Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky I’m quite disgusted When some gets apathetic I’ll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like cryogenics Anasthetic, carbon monoxide A mind-meld Pressure on your mind until your mind swells It’s something weird Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin’ down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don’t know Weird!!

Forty-one shots of reality for the generations to come after me! I comes like BLAM!

Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch! On the subject that I’m stressin’, the shit is kinda deep like Atlantis Mothafuckas nowadays be actin’ scandulous But fuck em’, and fuck you too if you down wit’ em’ I aim to split em’ And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm I’m bringin’ Pain to your ears loud and clear So turn it up and freak out, it’s something weird Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin’ down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don’t know Weird!!