MCs leave emaciated, I facilitate with anguish ‘n’ hatred, affiliated with a
nickel-plated representation / dual-edge bladed, gimme tha 7 heads of Satan, fish is on my breath like I just ate tha bitch / pigs chase Twist like brand names ‘n’ a materialist ‘n’ your whole clique’s inferior to this / be wary, I snatch a purse quick, my style is perfect, deeply under tha surface, I make wombs constrict / life is a conflict, I put on my Timberlands, in my youth I had promise now I’m in prison / what a waste, regardless, you’ll suffocate when these bars is spit, if karma’s accurate, wha’d I do my last Earthly visit?
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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