Twista — 3 Minute Murder

[Intro] Uh Uh Y'all already know what it is Niggas talkin' bout "Twista this", "Twista that" All I know is Twista rap I spit, nigga. Fuck ya'll, check it out [Verse 1] Twis' got skill, yes I kill I get wild on they ass like Buffalo Bill I be winnin' in the game like them niggas in the south If a nigga talkin' shit I'm quick to hit em 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 are spinnin' him 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 wit 8 bars in a sequence I am the bid'ness I gotta charge you to peep this Niggas can't see me I'm Ray Charles or a eclipse Stevie in the blackout see me with the Mack 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 Cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao Come codo or like bolo come solo wit my k-olo When you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo Niggas wanna get me they better pick a new regimen Shit too sick B 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 getting grimy but you and yo click too elegant Beat yo face up till yo jaw tissue look like a pelican I be steady whoopin' yo ass just fo' the hell of it Can't nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate I kick a hot flow, get it like Harpo Brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car show Wit a thick bitch, go 'head check out my cargo You know one gon' be wit me wherever my car go Where yo baby at, where yo white Mercedes at? I'll let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it back Here, a couple stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back Me and yo boss kick it and he know where the ladies at Whether we comin' and killin' and murderin' cause I beat down the block Or because I'm like "throw ya hands up" cause it's hip hop I'd rather be rappin' about the streets and makin' a quick pot But it's time to do something so the shorties don't get popped Meanwhile back to the lab I got the desert eagle Come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill eleven people Throw up on a priest let him know I ain't no reverend Either dat I go where the fuck 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 G-up genie and throw it up I'm car sick Cut raw dope deez nigga 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 yo bitch up in my apartment So I be passin' out "fuck you" flyers To fakers and heaters and then fuck liars If yo' shit ain't one been one minded The swine flu H1N1 virus Am I like Jason? No I'm more like Michael Myers I am the shit I need to wear diapers When I spit it sometimes I'm all too philosophical Blame it on the Don Julio and killer tropical Twista got more swag than a rich sissy But don't get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly I'mma balla 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 Any niggas dat try to get me is finna get sprayed One day it's possible dat I'm finna get saved But for now I be getting money I'm finna get made, muthafucka Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka