Twiztid, Boondox, King Gordy - Don't Tell Me lyrics

You always on the sideline wit guide lines
Never to help me, but to hate mine
When i pull up baby, it's game time
I'm bringing the heat
Now that's a flame rhyme
They've been saying we doin it the wrong way
Fuck what dem all say
I wasn't sellin back then
And I ain't sellin today
I got the family reppin for me
We done come a long way
To listen to anybody tell
Us we didn't innovate
A different kind of music happens
But the ones that feel a little bit
Different can be an outcast like Andre
Imma big boy with this strong jay
I'm underground like a dead body

If you tryna tell me, please, don't
Waste your time, I never listen, i'm
Too busy with my hands in
The air, I'm feelin dizzy, i'm
Not tryna hear anything you sayin
Turn the music up
Let the track bump, let the track bump

Yeah, uh heres a picture with your
Little sister getting fingered
Entered in the center of her
Clitoris and then disfigured
Hit her with a clip, and kill her
Flip her in the river
In the middle of the winter
Send her on a chilly mission bodies frozen
I'm hopin cops and boats will find her
Floatin, I suppose that's shes decomposin
And probably smokin hot
Sorry the bitch cold, this shit's bold
Me and Twiztid still interested in
Digging in her hole minds militant
Rhymes ignorant villain with no soul
Find villages, I'll pillage it
Sittin on a throne
I'm a ninja made of magic, monoxide it's on
Tell Jamie if they say "Hi!"s name again
Bitch I'm clapping chrome
I'm the new gutter
It's the new summer of sam
Look on the news cover
Calling me silence of the lambs
Mixed with the blues brother
Show my true color cut the horns off
Still more evil than Lucifer

Look at the blood line
And you see I ain't playin
Listen a lil bit closer and
You'll hear what I'm sayin
That we ain't goin nowhere
This just another evolution
When the whole scene was
Ready for another revolution
And we shakin it up
Why they shakin like a seizure
They keep bumpin out shit
While we bumpin out the speaker
And we deep and beneath ya
When we spitting like walls while
We walkin on water
They all swimmin for the life boats

Don't tell me when I succeed
Im nothing more than a sellout
They ain't tellin me keep it real
To the ass and reality fellout
Don't tell me to never change
Imma season inside a fitting room
Trying on whatever makes me happy
To find a better mood
Don't tell me to choose, im
Finicky and hard to please, right
Don't tell me how to act, how to look
Or who to be like
Don't tell me tell me wait for
Tomorrow cuz im livin it today
They can try to tell me
But I'd​ never listen anyway