Twiztid - Whatz That!?! lyrics
[Twiztid - Whatz That!?! lyrics]
Check 1, check 2 now what it feel like
They say we're just a couple in the way ass
Talkin way too fast
And all our shit, it sound like trash
(what!?) you can't see us
Replicate us and try to be us
If only you swap me 2 stripe adidas
Now what you holdin down
Dog your whole style is tough
Your rhymes is whack and shit don't bump
You say I'm hatin, hell naw
I'm just telling the deal
And since I hate you then I don't
Give a fuck how you feel
We keep the dead jumpin put
Your hands in the air
You can diss the unreal
But the unreal don't really care
We don't give a fuck
More bodies up in the trunk
Every day is Friday the 13th with bad luck
Somehow we made it through, don't know how
Somehow we do
Without relyin on radio or interviews
Where my killers at, middle finger in the air
And we spread in the numbers
Everyday so be prepared
Whats this that's what it's like
And I don't want nobody to know nobody
I could cut your eyeball out
With a exacto blade you still couldn't see
My freekshow mindstate (twiztid)
Levitate up in the middle of the room
And have everybody shakin in
They kung-fu shoes
I got madrox wit me packin a bowl
I got 17 keppin 1 in the hole
I got a stash spot that I keep on the low
Incase I gotta put in work
On the bitch ass juggaho
People sendin me their death threats
But I got something for you fake
Ass bitches better believe that
My axe is swingin I got your blood on my face
With your body still floppin cut
In half at the waist
It's like peepin with a mad man
Shit it ain't nothing to loose but my
Shell and you can have that
Never? you mother fucker never die
With the axe and the
Pistol representin the eastside
We got the dialect to dialate you intalect
We change up love and hate without
No textbook or no internet we stomp on waves
(waves) play in the graves (graves)
And we take the minds of
Those are listening in interphase
And defind mind frames, everyone is king
And the pressures of the world are
Crumbled by the words we sing
I contend I'm sick and pissed
Of all this bullshit we all up in your face
While a bone is geriatric
We ain't the trend of the millenium
I can tell ya that
You can keep the freestyle rap and backpack
We are the drama seekers
Looking for non-beleivers
We walk on water and clouds
In search of dream weavers
I hope your glad to meet us
Now get the blaze up
Your just a hot dog spot bitch so raise up
You outta mind, outta body, outta spirit
Outta rhymes sneak up on behind you in
The dark from behind
They say we're just a couple in the way ass
Talkin way too fast
And all our shit, it sound like trash
(what!?) you can't see us
Replicate us and try to be us
If only you swap me 2 stripe adidas
Now what you holdin down
Dog your whole style is tough
Your rhymes is whack and shit don't bump
You say I'm hatin, hell naw
I'm just telling the deal
And since I hate you then I don't
Give a fuck how you feel
We keep the dead jumpin put
Your hands in the air
You can diss the unreal
But the unreal don't really care
We don't give a fuck
More bodies up in the trunk
Every day is Friday the 13th with bad luck
Somehow we made it through, don't know how
Somehow we do
Without relyin on radio or interviews
Where my killers at, middle finger in the air
And we spread in the numbers
Everyday so be prepared
Whats this that's what it's like
And I don't want nobody to know nobody
I could cut your eyeball out
With a exacto blade you still couldn't see
My freekshow mindstate (twiztid)
Levitate up in the middle of the room
And have everybody shakin in
They kung-fu shoes
I got madrox wit me packin a bowl
I got 17 keppin 1 in the hole
I got a stash spot that I keep on the low
Incase I gotta put in work
On the bitch ass juggaho
People sendin me their death threats
But I got something for you fake
Ass bitches better believe that
My axe is swingin I got your blood on my face
With your body still floppin cut
In half at the waist
It's like peepin with a mad man
Shit it ain't nothing to loose but my
Shell and you can have that
Never? you mother fucker never die
With the axe and the
Pistol representin the eastside
We got the dialect to dialate you intalect
We change up love and hate without
No textbook or no internet we stomp on waves
(waves) play in the graves (graves)
And we take the minds of
Those are listening in interphase
And defind mind frames, everyone is king
And the pressures of the world are
Crumbled by the words we sing
I contend I'm sick and pissed
Of all this bullshit we all up in your face
While a bone is geriatric
We ain't the trend of the millenium
I can tell ya that
You can keep the freestyle rap and backpack
We are the drama seekers
Looking for non-beleivers
We walk on water and clouds
In search of dream weavers
I hope your glad to meet us
Now get the blaze up
Your just a hot dog spot bitch so raise up
You outta mind, outta body, outta spirit
Outta rhymes sneak up on behind you in
The dark from behind