What up ya'll?
Alright, gotta little something to say
You know I been chillin, chillin in the underground
And we see all of ya'll Yea we see ya'll
You know what I'm saying?
Everybody in the game trying to do their thing
You in the industry We in the streets
You know what I'm saying?
The label that runs beneath the streets
Psychopatchic ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie,
Zug Izland, ICP, and TWIZTID! Hey you b**h boy guess what?
Me and my brother made of rubber
So when Twiztids in the house
We bounce the mothaf**er
Save your pen ink and your paper
Player hater We bring the dark side
Everywhere like the temper
Aint you heard Aint nobody jocking your sh**
Use an open toed sandle
Just flip-flopping it
Heres one for your play list
s** my mothaf**ing dick
First single You can wait on the remix Get your candle blew out I feel the love homie
Even if it's hating your mouth
I'm still the same sick and Twiztid individual
Looking to go ballistic
So reminiscent to make your ???
I keep it covered and smothered
Like hash browns And my war songs ready
Keeping them vultures from swooping down
I'm as cla**ic as a throwback version Of Michael Myers
Where the hatred thatll spread Like a forest fire yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)
yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)
yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)
yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here) I trying to shake them off my collar
With a pop and a twist
But these haters hang on
Like some velcro sh**s I cant escape it
I try scraping them off
But they holding on so tight
It's like rapping a moth
I leave you mothaf**ers shaking
In the frost of my cold heart
And burry you alive
In a hole in my backyard
Dont act hard You dont want to chance it sonny
Monoxide, you know how we do this, money So now I hear that you're attacking my crew
For the sh** that we do
And you'se a b**h
Thinking aint nobody sweeter then you
We spitting sugar shock
For you dum-dum lollypops
Give you 20 whole seconds to reload your glock
Better bust right If you're looking for the lime light
Better sit down
Get your rhyme right
Get your sh** tight
Round here we stay tight
Like fly an*s When no video
Dont no radio rotate us
And no play list Just young, dumb, and faceless
While big cats copping these dumb hoes
And nice bracelet (You hear that, all stars go wait on your publishing
checks so you can pay your baby momma rent what) yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)
yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)
yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)
yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here) I dont know why
They hate me so much
Dedicating more then half of their life
To doing such b**h a** sh**
Its making me wanna retaliate
Youd probably press charges
Hoping that theyd lock me away Im not a bad boy Im a fat boy, b**h boy
My whole team spits raps
While your team is unemployed
Riding a pie Im a give them a piece of my mind
You'se a back burner project
Getting done up from behind
My whole squad drops LPs to CDs
And making way more chow
Then youll hoes will ever see Thats right mothaf**ers
Stop making that shrink rap Boo-boo b**h Hold up man, why dont you bring that beat back up in here? yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)
yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)
yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)
yuwannahoe? (So dont worry)
Dont hate on me (Get the f** outta here)