Story of Our Lives - Twiztid

I want everybody listening now to say this

Twiztid is the motherfucking shit

And everybody else that feels that I’m a little out of line

Come see me when you’re hitting rewind

And you will find that I’m an ex con, serial killer

Axe wielding for realla big gorilla

As I walk in the shadow of death

I bitch slap his ass and then light a cigarette

I told you all I’m addicted to drugs and weird sex

And putting holes in the back of your neck carnival reject

Respect like you do the don the da

When you see me give your boy a hollar

Got the world in a shock collar like a rottweiler on the loose

Running trains on your girl’s caboose

Don’t believe in a truce we’re gonna fight until somebody here dies

We’ve been here since 1865 and no lies

This is the story of our lives

Come and take a look in my eyes

Keep it real and tell me no lies

We’ve been waiting for you

We came through the door kicking that bitch off the hinge

We was knocking but wouldn’t nobody let us in

It’s the incredible edible white chocolate rappers

We came on the scene busting your cabbage patch bakwards

We was born connected at the hip like siamese

Twins we coming down with the underground sound

And one finger on each hand and you can count them

Fuck everybody here man it’s not about them

And tucked inside of my bag is a problem

Underground, feel the ground shake

Feel it vibrate, watch your girl girate

We could dig the whole world if we choose

But instead we kick the wickedest blues and I refuse to lose

To demographic and the people who choose

To put the hearts inside of the black magic (AND HERE WE GO)

We write voodoo sayings on the fronts of t-shirts

So that when people read them they will become creatures

Still coming with the ultra man flow

That will linger in your brain and constantly echo

We ain’t in it to be rich we’re ready to reach folks

And change life and put you up on shit you ain’t know

That’s about it, you’re in the midst of some maniacs

Who will unload a microphone in your dome as if it’s a gat

So conceal the unreal if the fruit is mass appeal

We’re the worms eating away from under the apple peel

With all juice and no pulp fiction

No dollar ninety nine admitted for our predictions

We smash mics like with the rhymes we recite

Keep this motherfucker hype from now ‘til sunlight

Now do you really need a shovel to dig it

And with the flip of a coin we can be righteous or wicked