Twiztid: What'z that

Check 1, check 2 now what it feel like they say we're just a couple in the way ass, talkin way too fast and all our shit, it sound like trash (what!?) You can't see us, replicate us and try to be us if only you swap me 2 stripe adidas Now what you holdin down, dog your whole style is tough your rhymes is whack and shit don't bump you say I'm hatin, hell naw, I'm just telling the deal and since I hate you then I don't give a fuck how you feel We keep the dead jumpin put your hands in the air you can diss the unreal, but the unreal don't really care we don't give a fuck, more bodies up in the trunk every day is Friday the 13th with bad luck Somehow we made it through, don't know how, somehow we do without relyin on radio or interviews Where my killers at, middle finger in the air and we spread in the numbers everyday so be prepared Chorus: x4 Whats this that's what it's like and I don't want nobody to know nobody i could cut your eyeball out with a exacto blade you still couldn't see my freekshow mindstate (twiztid) Levitate up in the middle of the room and have everybody shakin in they kung-fu shoes I got madrox wit me packin a bowl I got 17 keppin 1 in the hole I got a stash spot that I keep on the low incase I gotta put in work on the bitch ass juggaho People sendin me their death threats but I got something for you fake ass bitches better believe that My axe is swingin I got your blood on my face with your body still floppin cut in half at the waist It's like peepin with a mad man shit it ain't nothing to loose but my shell and you can have that Never ? you mother fucker never die with the axe and the pistol representin the eastside Chorus x4 We got the dialect to dialate you intalect we change up love and hate without no textbook or no internet We stomp on waves (waves) play in the graves (graves) and we take the minds of those are listening in interphase and defind mind frames, everyone is king and the pressures of the world are crumbled by the words we sing I contend I'm sick and pissed of all this bullshit we all up in your face while a bone(?) is geriatric we aint the trend of the millenium, I can tell ya that you can keep the freestyle rap and backpack We are the drama seekers, looking for non-beleivers we walk on water and clouds in search of dream weavers I hope your glad to meet us, now get the blaze up your just a hot dog spot bitch so raise up You outta mind, outta body, outta spirit, outta rhymes sneak up on behind you in the dark from behind Chorus x4