Insane Clown Posse - Yuwannahoe - Twiztid lyrics

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)