Yuwannahoe - Twiztid

What up ya’ll?

Aight, gotta little something to say

You know I been chillin, chillin in the underground

And we see all of all ya’ll

Yea we see ya’ll

You know what I’m saying?

Everybody in the game trying to do their thing

You in the industry

We in the streets

You know what I’m saying?

The label that runs beneath the streets

Psychopatchic

ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Zug Izland, ICP, and

TWIZTID!

Hey you bitch boy guess what?

Me and my brother made of rubber

So when Twiztid’s in the house

We bounce the mothafucker

Save your pen ink and your paper

Player hater

We bring the dark side

Everywhere like the temper

Ain’t you heard

Ain’t nobody jocking your shit

Use an open toed sandle

Just flip-flopping it

Here’s one for your play list

Suck my mothafucking dick

First single

You can wait on the remix

Get your candle blew out

I feel the love homie

Even if it’s hating your mouth

I’m still the same sick and Twiztid individual

Looking to go ballistic

So reminiscent to make your

I keep it covered and smothered

Like hash browns

And my war songs ready

Keeping them vultures from swooping down

I’m as classic as a throwback version

Of Michael Myers

Where the hatred that’ll spread

Like a forest fire

Why yuwannahoe?

(So don’t worry)

Don’t hate on me

(Get the fuck outta here)

I trying to shake them off my colar

With a pop and a twist

But these haters hang on

Like some velcro shits

I can’t escape it

I try scraping them off

But they holding on so tight

It’s like rapping a moth

I leave you mothafuckers shaking

In the frost of my cold heart

And burry you alive

In a hole in my backyard

Don’t act hard

You don’t want to chance it sonny

Monoxide, you know how we do this, money

So now I hear that you’re attacking my crew

For the shit that we do

And you’se a bitch

Thinking ain’t nobody sweeter then you

We spitting sugar shock

For you dum-dum lollypops

Give you 20 whole seconds to reload your glock

Better bust right

If you’re looking for the lime light

Better sit down

Get your rhyme right

Get your shit tight

Round here we stay tight

Like fly anus

When no video

Don’t no radio rotate us

And no play list

Just young, dumb, and faceless

While big cats copping these dumb hoes

And nice bracelet

(You hear that, all you stars go wait on your publishing checks so you can pay

your baby momma rent, what?)

Why yuwannahoe?

(So don’t worry)

Don’t hate on me

(Get the fuck outta here)

I don’t know why

They hate me so much

Dedicating more then half of their life

To doing such bitch ass shit

It’s making me wanna retaliate

You’d probably press charges

Hoping that they’d lock me away

I’m not a bad boy

I’m a fat boy, bitch boy

My whole team spits raps

While your team is unemployed

Riding a pie

I’m a give them a piece of my mind

You’se a back burner project

Getting done up from behind

My whole squad drops LPs to CDs

And making way more chow

Then you’ll hoes will ever see

That’s right mothafuckers

Quit selling that shrink rap

Boo-boo bitch

Why yuwannahoe?

(So don’t worry)

Don’t hate on me

(Get the fuck outta here)