Twista — Disrespectful

[Intro] Crook County Let me spit that wild shit That foul shit I'm 'bout to get so disrespectful Twista Let's go [Verse: Twista] I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know what to do (what?) I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I'ma just fuck with you I just be droppin' shit Poppin' this and there ain't nobody stoppin' this Let's see how 21 Savage I can get Makin' my money come fast 'cause I'm the shit Don't ask 'cause I can spit Why you think I flow with locomotion like I'm smokin' on the dopest potion (why?) Catch 'em overflossin' when I'm bossin', that's why I can poke a hole approachin' 'em You can't play with the best Hit 'em and keep 'em at bay with the rest I got a million and one murder ways (what do you call it?) Faces of death, as I play with your flesh I get the knife and Do it, do it, do it, do it to it I get the gun and Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em Blaze 'em then I boot 'em Get the razor cut into your medulla Oblongata, pop a collar, bottom dollar I be blowin' on Buddha, Buddha, Buddha I get money like I'm McGillicuddy I smack 'em like silly putty If you talk shit, your rims is ugly and your bitch is ugly I'd rather fuck with your bitch's buddy I be goin' on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on Because you know the beat don't stop until the break of dawn I don't know what to do I don't know what to do Should I do something to have everybody in love with you? Make 'em wanna bust at you Should I do something to have everybody go comatose? Shit that go coast to coast Or do I hide the people in here catching the Holy Ghost? Spit the flow from Overdose I stood up in the [?] That you see I can spit [?] But see he and [?] And if he talkin' shit, I put him in his place And if you don't admit, I say you in a wrong And I ain't a king and I ain't on a throne [?], I can say I did it on my own But come at me wrong, I kill him on a song Now let me try to figure [?] Think I know, think I know, think I know, think I know what to do Murder shit, I got big burners, bitch, hollow tips I say a lot of shit, just to fuck with you I don't just end [?] Do some shit that'll gon' put an end to you Kill everybody inside of the house The dog and women too (but what about the kids?) Kill the infants too I got shit that'll make a nigga wanna beat the break up off the nigga Rub the face up off the nigga Lay him out of [?], get the shakes up off the nigga Seen him bleed before Or shoot out with a purpose, or see the [?] And if I just happen to shoot the civilians or innocent people then fuck it Casualties of war I saw when you was in the party, you [?] my crew, [?] Went to the [?] and your buddy, and called you "a bitch" Told you my flow was tailor-made Piss you off like a fade away Don't [?], I can still slit your throat like a razor blade [?] We gon' shoot up your mama house And if you thinkin' that's some bogus type of shit for me to say Then tell me what you gon' think when I say I will spit in your mama mouth I be goin' on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on 'Cause you know the beat don't stop, don't stop until the break of dawn Twista