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lyricso't'day Here is own chosen Song Lyric of the day!
That's the shit Twiztid Twiztid we give it up wig splits Wig splits Wig splits Twiztid's givin wig splits. We cracked your head in half And what shit funny but we laugh Twiztid running this bitch for nine dash A car crash is no equivalent We far from innocent Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant. Acting belligerent on the daily Hoping that somebody insult me But I guess I'm dead wrong All by myself Fuck everyone else I'm in a hole And I can't breathe my lungs swole. Bad dreams when I sleeping Everybody constantly creeping Feelin so weak and I can't see em My conscience keep leaving me . Falling in and out Waking up with bullets of sweat and cotton mouth Them down south niggas don't know about this And niggas on the West side way too pissed. Because it's East side niggas talking hardcore shit Enough to get the North side hit, we the shit We legit like a muthafucka Chilling with million dollar peoples. Digging up graves and acting evil You looking for the sequel More like something close to equal You rappers don't even sequel with bitches in Toledo. What? Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie I smoke too many cigarettes and get high too much Don't work enough Shit is too rough I could give a fuck less if the whole world blow up Or what gang signs niggas throw up I'm too fed up to keep my head up So I let it drag Can't afford a belt so my pants sag. Everybody seems to be a fag or a lesbian But what the fuck happened is what I'm questioning The president is prejudice against you and me Then he'd be taking half our money and he chilling tax free And if you ask me that's another smack in the face We need to burn the White House and piss in his face And every judge should do a minimum of twenty to life If they can dish it they can take it, tell me that ain't right And every cop should be beat like Rodney King Non stop from the summer till it turn to spring. Shove a doughnut in their mouth and a badge in their ass Because the pigs don't get no class They get their wigs spilt Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie My life is tearin to pieces Fuck you I hope you die In the casket where I lie And burn my body so I wont attract flies In my eye's a look of terror, cold as ice So what if I slit my wrist once or twice Now I can split your wig with my aluminum bat Or I can blow your eardrums with my brain dead rap And you can call it this or that But I swing to the other Word to the Monoxide Child, my brother No other represent this Effervescent knowledge for Twiztid education I got the lesson Bloody text book Kill the next motherfucker that look And always shaken ya never shook yeah Get your wig spilt bitch and we out Get your wig spilt bitch and we out Get your wig spilt bitch and we out Tell these motherfuckers what we talking about Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die, die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Muthafucka die (yeah,yeah) Muthafucka die (yeah,yeah) Won't you die Mothafucka die (yeah,die) Mothafucka die (yeah,die) Forget you mothafuckas Yeah, yeah Die mothafucka Die Die... browse by artist:
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