Your family's rich and you feelin' poor Conscious like a nerve long gone sore In a world of margueritas and computer games Guess it's enough to put you
got the creepiest slang in this galaxy And wreck the industry so mysteriously Coming with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars And twist
'm lookin' for trouble/ Twist it up like a good double, twist it up like some fine weed/ Got beef in the streets, you can hire me, twist 'em like screws
You may forget, but you'll never forgive And what is the point of living that living They're stealing your cup of Joe It's a slick sham, hot damn You
Uh-huh, alright, alright, alright, okay, uh-huh, a-yeah It was like the earth twisted around her She shifted the ground I was like, "Ohh shit" She's
a minute take off your shoes on a white Persian rug Wave your number rolling going to get bent Why they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tent He had the nerve
away and dream dream of forgotten years dream of the touch of another's hand i am to be a meal of star-ved worms my nerves are twisting for the light
touching the mic I mean I like how y'all do (thank you) But we on some new next level complexity, tarzan telepathy, organic especially Me see I'm kinda like the leader.. Damn
got deep, and coming with black gats So niggaz'd back back, I'm a man dude with a attitude And I'm too quick to click, Lil' Trae is a damn fool In my
Your Lane Midwest Choppers Find It Murderers Monolog Come Out Of A Sinister Formidable Place I Can Let You Kno The Ins And The Outs And I Can Spit It Wickid Twisted
I will reign murder you all in his name Bismallah with a fist and a pistol I dismiss the kiss from a Hiss giver, wrist slitter, male bitch a witch with a twist
Night To The Cud Im Creeping I Can Hear That Money Breathing I Leave U Bust In Sleeping Them Streets Were Under Handed Too Young To Understand It It Makes My Nerves
(feat. Trey Songz) [Talking] Ladies follow me now...(moaning) Damn..my..my batteries low? (shiiit) [Chorus] See I don't fuss and fight, if he ain't
you heard Thai-da-da-da, done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it, and niggas is served And a fifth of burb It'll switch your nerves, and I'll get to swervin
up and twist 'em I don't give a motherfuck - act like ya know If not, then ask the police for my M.O. (Hook-4x [Turk & B.G.]) [Turk] God damn!!! What
every nerve damn I'm fightin and I'm losin it damn you your pullin and a pushin I'm wrestlin with I toss and twist til finally I give in damn... I hate
Your family?s rich and you feelin? poor Conscious like a nerve long gone sore In a world of margueritas and computer games Guess it?s enough to put you
Uh-huh, alright, alright, alright, okay, uh-huh, a-yeah [Pharoahe Monch] It was like the earth twisted around her She shifted the ground I was like, "