Testo 3 Minute Murder - Twista
Testo della canzone 3 Minute Murder (Twista), tratta dall'album The Perfect Storm
Uh, uh
Y'all already know what it is
Talkin' 'bout Twista this, Twista that
All I know is Twista rap, I spit
Fuck y'all, check it out
Twist got skill, yes I kill
I get wild on they ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin' in the game like the nigga's in the South
If a nigga talk shit I'm quick to hit him in the mouth
Them lyrics, that's the shit, I be equipped to spit 'em out
And I'mma make a nigga sick 'cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms and spinnin' them out of his route
And I got bricks of money bitch and I can't fit 'em in the couch
Kill 'em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill 'em with syllables quick with eight bars in a sequence
I am the business, I gotta charge you to peep this
Niggas can't see me, I'm Ray Charles or an eclipse
Stevie in the blackout, see me with the Mac out
Twista gon' get money like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows, I'mma spit 'em like they cold
When it come to niggas heads, I'mma split 'em like a pole
Take away they swag and shit on they cocky style
'Cause my lyrics be too quick, they call me Twista Pacquiao
Okoro or like Bolo, come solo with my K.O. blow
When you see my logo, come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me, they better pick a new regiment
Too sicky, somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin' up Twista, I'm makin' the issue relevant
Balls bigger than mine, better go get two elephants
I be gettin' grimy but you and your clique too elegant
Beat your face until your jaw tissue look like a pelican
I be steady whoopin' your ass just for the hell of it
Can't nobody fuck with me, the planet is celibate
I kick a hard flow, get it like Harpo
Grief when I rhyme, teeth shine like a car show
With a thick bitch, go 'head, check out the cargo
You know one gon' be with me wherever my car go
Where your baby at? Where your wide Mercedes at?
I'll let you borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back
Me and your boss kick it and he know where the ladies at
When I be comin' with killin' and murderin' 'cause I be off the block
Or be goin' like throw your hands up 'cause it's hip-hop
I'd rather be rappin' about the streets and makin' the clip pop
But it's time to do somethin' so the shorties don't get popped
Meanwhile, back to the lab, I got the Desert Eagle
Come on your motherfuckin' tip and kill eleven people
Throw up on a priest, let 'em know ain't no reverend equal
Die and go the fuck where I want, I'm up in Heaven evil
You ain't gotta tell me, I know I spit bars sick
E-mail anthrax flows, kick arsenic
GMG, I throw it up, I'm carsick
Cut raw dope, these niggas cut garbage
Lethargic, give a bitch hard dick
See my niggas and I say salute like a sergeant
Can't lie, I'm one of the coldest artists
So I wouldn't have your bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin' out "Fuck you" flyers
To fakers and haters and then fuck liars
If your shit ain't one, been one
Mine's is the swine flu, H1N1 virus
Am I like Jason or am I like Michael Myers?
I am the shit, I need to wear diapers
When I spit it sometimes am I too philosophical?
Blame it on the Don Julio and killer tropical
Twista got more swag than a rich sissy but don't get prissy
Most niggas can't get with me
I'm a baller and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
Takin' flames to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip, I'm finna get laid
And niggas that try to get me is finna get sprayed
One day it's possible that I'm finna get saved
But for now I be gettin' money, I'm finna get made
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Terrell Mitchell, Jatinder Singh Hayer, Jasbir Singh Hayer
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