MadChild - Twisted lyrics

[Verse 1] My condition is critical Twice as nice as the price is When I select a electronic device to make a sequence Frequent blows of rejection in my section No action, no satisfaction I'm takin a walk in the wrong direction Is Mad Child blocked [?] marked don't even ask it I'm like E.T. with the blanket in a bycicle basket Rapped so tight like a vice-grip Don't trip, feel the tension [?] who drops like a [?] its beyond comprehension Claustrophobic, i've founded that i'm surrounded With a no-win situation afraid its too complicated Technical combination [?] skeptical and dubs And fears with sharks and tears will come out empty-handed Branded [?] I f**in hate it I rock with a box and co*k my cap so its crooked Look at theres no gimmick to mimick i'm just twisted [Hook x2] Lack of blood to the brain, leaves me insane I'm twisted! [Verse 2] Unpractical tactical techniques when I speak Weak minded MCs freezin wack tracks posin frozen I spread my tight bu*t cheecks and stick the nose in Bulldozin over duck MCs, s** on these! [?] what's really goin on, you better recognize No second tries I despise a** kids and busters I couldn't trust her, that topic is microscopic Compared to the whole spectrum of things Hot like tropical storms, warm and rapid Capitating twelve heads Well fed, if you eat my food for thought, its edible bulk I bust into a rage like the Incredible Hulk Don't sulk, just hide inside the closet as I deposit Data into the memory bank You spank over the texture of my constructure Rough like stucco I rock Pumas, fat laces, [?] and B-Boy belt buckles s**as, chuckle, f**le them wack MCs I flow like the breeze [?] The keys to [?] is what I am Scram, scoot-skedadle, you shouldn't try to battle Tight rappers you're running circles around Just like a satelite, not bad, aight? Naw, west coast rocks the most! And the [?] rascal [?] open a map and you can't come close [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Lack of blood to the brain, no simulation Pacing back and forth, I can't function My concentration is gone! Omision wishin to pick up the pieces To make [?] Tension increases at a rapid rate Birds of a feather flock together So the Mad Child's alone prone to zodiac dimension All I've got is my reflection, even then i'm shadow boxin Tryin to make mends with God but the devil always walks in Lets see you f**in ba*tard: the master of deception and persuasion Rushin to my soul like an invasion And the Dark Angel's clutches as much as I try to fight for whats right He's in control, the strangle-hold is too tight [Hook x2]