Twisted

Verse 1: I gets More trips than a Little bit I smoked More dips than a Little bit I'm not that regular When stepping I can't wait Till i can fly Away from My competitor Yeah Santana Can die My psychosis Hopeless Focus Notice My metamorphosis Folks is Broke and jokeless Picture me in a syringe Inserted In an over exerted Felon Antidote having 'em running Eternally Across the helland Dwamn Losing my sanity Living up in Les miserables Fuck bitter broads This shit is gonna have us stacking If there is a God Imma take the X away from generation Place it at The end of S.E. For the duration Upon the level Tell the devil to what Skip a human Imma tell him Behold pale horses Like us Shame on a nigga When he's feeling Hella down for a ninety-nine killing Ain't giving a Fuck I'm putting Nair In your leave in hair conditioner Now you Hari Krishna To my listeners In this rhyme You will find Psychotic scriptures Saying it's something Disrupting my mind (Hook 1) TECH N9NE Your mind is fine There's just not anyone Like you The whole wide world Don't matter No They can't flow Like you Understand (Hook 2) My thoughts are twisted So mixed up (repeat x 4) Verse 2: A I'm lifted be I'm twisted see I'm sick and sadistic A,be , and see Something's I do I just can't stand Up in my bathroom I s*x Six women Mentally Just me and me Me and my faithful Right hand man Tie up a Muslim And shoot him with liquid pork On Ramadan With force I'll make a Christian Read their kids The necronomicon On Christmas Don't trip on this lyrical syphilis I flip this So the yonks will catch vapors Like menthalyptus I'll feed a dominatrix patient Pain pills Give Wu haters permanent Fang grills Trick the artist formerly known And give him The same slave deal I'll lift a couple of Dr. Dre's reels Sell 'e to Snoop And No Limit Soldiers Just so i can see How paid feels Hazy Shade Of decade Hookers with grave shields Where AIDS fills The carcass Bet a milli on it Techa N9na be the darkest Heartless I spark from the gut So what the fuck I'm trying to contain The insane But what (Hook 2) Verse 3: Welcome to my Asylum It's hectic They call me dyslexic Rogue infested More vicious than Cujo Fraudulent tested The punks arrested Got the neck slit Exit I'm twisted I know Hollywood backwards Says doowylloh Force feed me a Sumo For about nine weeks Playing Club Nuevo Till he's blue Though Then stuff him in the front seat of a Yugo Body filled with beef and toaster Strudel Let up the break And watch him race To the intersection Now he's through Though Yastuvo I slide with a gang Of twisted individuals Somebody better be Looking for the criminal tendencies Never will they get us In the penitentiaries Killa Millimeter N9ne rips vinyl I know Mix flow like Korean Albino Wino Once breeded an elephant With a rhino Called it the hell if I know Throw Chuck Manson Off in a pit Of militant Jews Banging hella opera The real meaning Of helter skelter Is when they skin that Forehead swastika Am I twisted Am I twisted I'm twisted Better keep your distance Mama gotta call the Psychiatrics For mental assistance (Hook 1) (Hook 2) --- Twisted - Tech N9ne and Roger Troutman