I vent my rudeness in tha proper venue, my pen sets trends to break ‘n’ I keep tha piso at 10 ‘n’ 2/ take tha bus to Normandie ‘n’ Pico, my sword slice finite ‘n’ tha blade cuts sharper than my superego / as an artist, I understand your catharsis, yet as a rap fan I see you ain’t no MC / you couldn’t spit if I came in your mouth, ya fuckin’ swallower / I Twist like Oliver, my thoughts is hollow-tipped, brolic, I make tha paint chip / dressin’ up fancy for my playdate with Satan / I’m jaded, I’ll cut off both his hands ‘n’ leave gaping holes in his
face / my pen’s swollen with rage ‘n’ exhilarates me when tha ink exfoliates…
Any errors in Twisted's lyrics are solely that of typist & not in any way reflective of Twist's original handwritten work. Twist reviews typewritten work sent him by snail mail, any needed corrections are made & returned via snail mail from Twist who is in belly of beast.
Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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