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That's the
Twiztid we it up wig splits

Wig
Wig
givin wig splits.
We cracked your in half
And what funny but we laugh
Twiztid running this for nine dash
A car is no equivalent
the valley and we gets ignorant.
We far from
Acting belligerent on the
All by
Hoping somebody insult me
But I guess I'm dead
everyone else I'm in a hole
And I can't breathe my swole.
Bad dreams I sleeping
Everybody constantly
Feelin so and I can't see em
in and out
My conscience leaving me .
Waking up with bullets of sweat and cotton
Them down south niggas don't know this
And on the West side way too pissed.
Because it's side niggas talking hardcore shit
to get the North side hit, we the shit
We like a muthafucka
with million dollar peoples.
Digging up graves and acting
You looking for the
More like something to equal
You rappers don't sequel with bitches in Toledo. What?
diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Die, die
Diemuthafucka
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Diemuthafucka
Die, die
diemuthafuckadie
I smoke too many and get high too much
work enough
Shit is too
I could give a less if the whole world blow up
I'm too fed up to my head up
Or what gang signs throw up
So I let it
afford a belt so my pants sag.
Everybody seems to be a fag or a
The president is prejudice you and me
But the fuck happened is what I'm questioning
Then be taking half our money and he chilling tax free
And if you ask me that's another in the face
We need to burn the White House and piss in his
And judge should do a minimum of twenty to life
If they can dish it they can take it, tell me ain't right
And every cop should be beat Rodney King
Non stop from the summer it turn to spring.
Shove a in their mouth and a badge in their ass
Because the don't get no class
They get their spilt
Die, die
diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka
Die, die
diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka
My life is to pieces
Fuck you I you die
And burn my so I wont attract flies
In the where I lie
In my a look of terror, cold as ice
So what if I slit my wrist or twice
Now I can split your wig my aluminum bat
And you can it this or that
Or I can blow your eardrums my brain dead rap
But I swing to the
Word to the Child, my brother
No represent this
knowledge for Twiztid education
I got the
text book
And always shaken ya shook yeah
the next motherfucker that look
Get your wig bitch and we out
Get your wig bitch and we out
Get wig spilt bitch and we out
Tell these motherfuckers we talking about
Die, die
Diemuthafucka
Die, die
Diemuthafucka
Die, die
diemuthafuckadie
Diemuthafucka
Die, die
die (yeah,yeah)
die (yeah,yeah)
die (yeah,die)
you die
die (yeah,die)
Forget you
Die
Yeah,
mothafucka