Twistid Rob - Creep lyrics

Hook (Twistid Rob) I've done horrible things, they're hard to explain I can do them again, cause I know the pain Inside my hurt, that I do it day to day It's causing me to chop constantly in a dope way I've been labeled a creep, they've called me a freak pointing fingers at me Calling me weak, what they don't know is I gotta eat Twistid Vaurheaz and Chadrick bon apetite Verse 1 (Twistid Rob) I feel like my mind is tossed up, lost in a world of corruption Assumptions of people I don't even trust them, I'm not accustomed Gotta stay humble but what's been circling my brain, Is a reality I'm all chains So I gotta stay weird and strange, doing thangs Digging up the remains of the memories of the slappers that bang Hit the speakers to the streets, the tracks that I've slain You motherf**ers doggin me cause my style ain't yours, behind closed doors you're loving my sh** I can hear you from the bottom, quit makin appraisal of it I've seen some sh**, knee deep in it for the key to it I've walked and preceed with thick measures, I've bleed to it Mentality of a beast, I can't ease my ways I go dark but I'm pleased That I'll free up the hatred I conceived, I can't sleep When I speak this lethal perceptual aim, from the hidden sleeve It's volatile that you 'pretiate, what you eat You f**in pussies not even on my level the beef, I got sh** settled I meddled I've won battles I'm the black sheep Hook (Twistid Rob) I've done horrible things, they're hard to explain I can do them again, cause I know the pain Inside my hurt, that I do it day to day It's causing me to chop constantly in a dope way I've been labeled a creep, they've called me a freak pointing fingers at me Calling me weak, what they don't know is I gotta eat Twistid Vaurheaz and Chadrick, bon apetite Verse 2 (Chadrick) Hope you locked your front door, cause I came ready for war Strapped up get clapped up, brain matter on floors Not talkin about bullets Im talkin about bars, not really.. gonna k** you I'm speakin in metaphors Lyrically I could dismantle you first I rip off your arms, proceed to beat the sh** out of you then stand over your corpse Pants down take a sh**, take a big sh** and laugh, wipe my a** with your cash you walked off Ima f**in a**hole ima basterd ima jack off on your wife's corpse to walk in To your casket, slip and notice I ejact it with twittish rappers, two for me none for you That was f**in brutal, but it's part of me Got demons in my head pumping through my arteries I beast then blessed me if I didn't make them part of my artistry Fire on the beats, start a fire in the streets, more fire us sprinkle in the keif Light it up, inhale ima beast, your priorities are between the sheets Position bride ima sell a bit, Ive just f**ed beats like dirk lewinsky Hittin 3's, burn the booth that arseny Hook (Twistid Rob) I've done horrible things, they're hard to explain I can do them again, cause I know the pain Inside my hurt, that I do it day to day It's causing me to chop constantly in a dope way I've been labeled a creep, they've called me a freak pointing fingers at me Calling me weak, what they don't know is I gotta eat Twistid Vaurheaz and Chadrick, bon apetite Verse 3 (Twistid Rob) I'm driven by eyers spittin this fire, optical syllable prodigals fire Probable liars stopping at nothin I'm coming so cuttin em out of the dire Need of hella weed persetital breathe, hoping it's getting me higher But I'm really thinking my mind is rewired, I get tired Then I'm waking up and I feel alone, must be a dream my mind is gone Venom in my veins can a man be wrong? I feel the motherf**er urt in my bones And I can't get away got a life that I'm in, give me a purpose to make a new day I'ma weird a** creep and I'm here to stay, with a motherf**in motive to chop your face Look at my clothes line peer a red, motions I show it I've already bled Sweat in my tears of my everyday living, you ain't gettin ahead I'm swinging from fences, staying professional Hit em with heaviness, multi-directional Lyrical savage i cut em a sectional Plug in my stereo's make it acceptable From the cracks and crevices this underground movement, putting rappers on my beats I met in the streets you motherf**ers gettin stupid Makin music bout nothing you confused about what the truth is, when it comes to real sh** you motherf**ers act clueless Hook (Twistid Rob) I've done horrible things, they're hard to explain I can do them again, cause I know the pain Inside my hurt, that I do it day to day It's causing me to chop constantly in a dope way I've been labeled a creep, they've called me a freak pointing fingers at me Calling me weak, what they don't know is I gotta eat Twistid Vaurheaz and Chadrick, bon apetite