4 Thoze Of U-Twiztid

歌手 : Twiztid

专辑 : Mirror Mirror

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:52

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TXT 4 Thoze Of U-Twiztid 文本歌词

You hear that? What?

What? Woah!

We off the train tracks homeboy

Outta control

Me and Madrox, rocking b**ches, slapping the world

I say some sh*t to make your toes curl quick, little b**ch

Paint a picture like Picasso, from your blood when it drips

Take a sip, it makes me stronger than the stongest man

And my mind takes a journey to the farthest land

I＇m the whole world＇s kryptonite

I got these b**ches on they knees, kissing hands, crying begging for they life

I＇m a put your knife to the neck (slice)

Gotta go, run you just a hoe, true you ain＇t a juggalo

(believe dat)

(?)

You get your head split, quick, some sh*t they can＇t stitch

I＇m a scrub for life, don＇t let the hair style (?)

With a bag of w**d looking to blow it

Those who don＇t know it, I＇m Monoxide, blaze up a smoke

And pass that sh*t to your boy, and give his b**ch a choke

4 thoze of u that don＇t know

Never blow hydro

Are you afraid to go where I go?

Even though, call yourself a juggalo

For thoze of u that don＇t know (hmm?),

It＇s Mr. Madrox (f**k yeah!)

First name, Jamie, can＇t nobody see me

And my brother M-O-N-O one the m-i-c

And basically my little brother Blaze, put it down

With thug mentality (that＇s right)

We represent the vicinity of the East (eastside!)

But there＇ll be no love for hoes or the police (all you thugs put yo sh*t on!, biyatch!)

What you thought it was? Bumping weak sh*t

Need to get some hatchet in your life (Yay! Yay!)

Cause you perpetrating, like we don＇t know

Yesterday you was a hater, but today you＇s a juggalo (biyatch!)

You just a false wearing sheep nanny ghost

Trying to fall up in the flock, with that same mopey d**e (mopey d**e)

Trying to turn you in the shot (Believe it is!)

Second hand south scanned underground

And plus a hundred grand

So f**k a fan base, show me family faces

No matter they size, shape, or races

First off! (Here we go!)

Who better trip and get the sawed off

Pointed to the back of your head, acting like the dead

Don＇t play, 12 shells a day

Still put it down for my G＇s around the way (Hey! Hey!)

Hey, ain＇t nobody try to step to

Better watch your mouth homeboy, I＇ll powerplex you

(Ow!) Into the mat, now picture that

Your styles so skinny your noise is... (Hella, Hella! Phat, Phat!)

Phat enough to kick it with a gang of hoodrats

In the back of a chicken shack (Clucking)

Move it back to your jaw like a side effect (and f**k you hoodrat hoes in the projects)

Got a 12 gauge, and I＇m holding it down

Who wanna ride wit me, cause I＇m headed eastward bound

Call the T-W-I-Z-T-I-D-B-L-A-Z-E

And we ride till infinity

I hate everyone, I hate everyone, I hate everyone, I hate everyone