ZOTiYAC - Tornado in Dallas lyrics

I don't like to be the center of attention
I just like to be the ender of pretention
It's like a crash flight
How this a all go down
Turn yo' world upside down
Like you entered a dimension

All's fair in love and war
I got a intimate decision for you
What you love more physical
Freedom or the mental?
Whichever way it's good for you
Third person view i make it hard to look
At like a intricate depiction deuce deuce
Entrance wound small like Mysterio
Come thru, masked up, kicking like miracles
Yo bitch get behind you
She'a go where yo' spirit go
It go through you
Then hit yo' honey nut like a Cheerio
Serial killer I'm bone chilling catch
You all alone sitting
Chrome wiggin' out like Fender to
The dome hit 'em nine out
Now yo' time out like you don't listen
Pull up sum micro waving like a home kitchen
Give that boy a spirit flight
If this nigga ride
He gon' pay more than travel flight
Even though da baggage light
Trust I know the sky is bright
Even at the highest height
We'a do u dead wrong specially
If the price is right
I don't like to fight I like to
Watch the nigga fight for life
Blue and red dots poppin out
Look like Mike N Ikes
Fuck what niggas heard, no bark, I bite, boy
I'm the Tyson type
Get low my left hold the load
Like I don't like the right

I'm nicer than smooth talking
Nicer than new carpet that u
Take yo' shoes off in
Nice as a good bargain
I'm nicer than wood sparking when times
Get hard and you remember
The good parts that you had
When it get darker
Smoother than moon walking
Pussy niggas run they lips I
Call that a poon faucet red eyes
Black rings around 'em running
Through apartments like it's
Thru da garbage outside like
A raccoon stalkin'
4-5 pound like a newborn baby
Make a nigga move out like a newborn baby
Got these muthafuckas panicking like
New World Order
Got these muthafuckas frantic like
The news reporter aye I got a scope
Nigga feeling froggy now he gotta croak
The penalty is death don't get
Changed like a audible
If a nigga owe me I'm the IRS
I'm on his ass yesterday nigga Y - E - S
If he ain't a heavyweight
My nigga why he flex? Do not repress
Cuz i'a press and mines eat flesh
I can't promise shit
Just guarantee a timely death
It's finally set
A clean scene his mommy wept
The line that connect
Both soul and body left
A botty boy, he pussy cat his body bled
Fuck a ninth life, ten shots die hard
Hit yo' IR and IS get yo eyeball wet