That's the Shit
Twiztid (yeah)
Twiztid (yeah) givin' wig splits
(get your mothafuckin wig split)
Wig splits
Wig splits (yeah)
Twiztid givin' wig splits

We cracked your head in half
It wasn't funny but we laugh
Twiztid running this bitch for 9 dash
A car crash is no equivalent
We far from innocent
Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant
acting beligerent on the daily
Hopein' that somebody'll save me
But I guess I'm dead wrong
All by myself
fuck everyone else
I'm in a hole
And I can't breathe my lungs swoll
Bad dreams when I sleeping
Everybody constantly creeping
feelin' so weak and I can't see 'em
My conscience keep leaving me
Falling in and out
Waking up with bullets of sweat and cotton mouth
Them down south niggaz don't know about this
And niggaz on the westside way too pissed
because it's eastside niggaz talking hardcore shit
Enough to get the northside hit
"We the shit"
We legit like a motherfucker
Chilling with million dollar peoples
Digging up graves and acting evil
You looking for the sequel
More like something close to equal
You actors don't even sequal them bitches in Toledo

Chorus 4x
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die

I smoke too many cigarettes and get high too much
Don't work enough
Shit is too rough
I could give a fuck less if the whole world blow up
Or what gang signs niggaz throw up
I'm too fed up to keep my head up
So I let it drag
Can't afford a belt so my pants sag
Everybody seems to be a fag or a lesbian
But what the fuck happened is what I'm questioning
The president is prejudice against you and me
Then he'd be taking half our money and he chilling tax free
And if you ask me that's another smack in the face
We need to burn the whitehouse and piss in his face
And every judge should do a minimum of 20 to life
If they can dish it they can take it, tell me that ain't right
And every cop should be beat like Rodney King
non stop from the summer 'til it turn to spring
Shove a doughnut in their mouth and a badge in their ass
Because the pigs don't get no class
they get their wigs spilt

Chorus 4x
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die

Feel Like I'm tearin' to pieces
Fuck you I hope you die
In the casket where I lie
And burn my body So I wont attrack flies
In my eyes a look of terror, cold as ice
So what if I slit my wrist once or twice

Now I can split your wig with my aluminum bat
Or I can blow your eardrums with my brain dead rap
And You can call it this or that
But I swing to the other
Word to the monoxide child, my brother
No other
represent this efervesent knowledge for Twiztid education
I got the lesson
Bloody text book
Kill the next motherfucker that look
and always shakin' never shook
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Tell these motherfuckers what were talking about

Chorus 4x
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die

mothafuckas die (yeah,yeah)
mothafuckas die (yeah,yeah)
wont you die
mothafuckas die (yeah,die)
mothafuckas die (yeah,die)
forget you mothafuckas
yeah, yeah
die mothafucka

die
die...


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    General CommentReally no one has commented on this one? This was the first Twiztid song I heard and even though it lacks on lyrical content compared to other Twiztid songs it had a good beat and got me hooked.
    JVelveton March 19, 2009   Link

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