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Whatz That? Music Lyrics

Twiztid

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. now what it feel like, they say were just a couple in the way ass,
talkin way too fast, and all our shit, it sound like trash (what!?).
You can't see us, replicate us and try to be us,
IN YOUR FONEY-ASS SWAP MEET 2 stripe adidas.
Now what you holdin down, dog your whole style is tough,
your rhymes is whack and shit don't bump,
you say I'm hatin, hell naw, I'm just telling the deal,
and since I hate you then I don't give a fuck how you feel.
We keep the dead jumpin put your hands in the air,
you can diss the unreal, but the unreal don't really care,
we don't give a fuck, more bodies up in the trunk,
every day is Friday the 13th with bad luck.
Somehow we made it through, don't know how, somehow we do,
without relyin on radio or interviews.
Where my killers at, middle finger in the air,
and we spread in the numbers everyday so be prepared.

Chorus: x4
Whats this,
that's what it's like,
and I don't want nobody to know,
nobody.

i could cut your eyeball out with a exacto blade
you still couldn't see my freekshow mindstate (twiztid).
Levitate up in the middle of the room
and have everybody shakin in they kung-fu shoes.
I got madrox wit me packin a bowl,
I got 17 keepin 1 in the hole,
I got a stash spot that I keep on the low,
incase I gotta put in work on the bitch ass juggaho.
People sendin me their death threats,
but I got something for you fake ass bitches better believe that.
My axe is swingin I got your blood on my face
with your body still floppin cut in half at the waist.
It's like peepin with a mad man,
shit it ain't nothing to loose but my shell and you can have that.
Never ??? you mother fucker never die,
with the axe and the pistol representin the eastside

Chorus x4

We got the dialect to dialate you intalect
we change up love and hate without no textbook or no internet.
We stomp on waves (waves) play in the graves (graves)
and we take the minds of those are listening in interphase
and defind mind frames, everyone is king,
and the pressures of the world are crumbled by the words we sing.
I contend I'm sick and pissed of all this bullshit
we all up in your face while a bone is Jerry Atrick.

we aint the trend of the millenium, I can tell ya that,
you can keep the freestyle rap and backpack.
We are the drama seekers, looking for non-beleivers,
we walk on water and clouds in search of dream weavers.
I hope your glad to meet us, now get the blaze up,
your just a hot dog spot bitch so raise up.
You outta mind, outta body, outta spirit, outta rhymes,
sneak up on behind you in the dark from behind.

Chorus x4

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