[Mopreme]
Just 'cause a ^!$$% come in he got style
Don't think I won't flip it

Don't pull your file
But I got enough bull%#@! to deal with
I'm rollin' with the thugs so

You must be on drugs to the head
Get your $$# break down
Broken half baby

I'm a feelin' like a mother$#&@in psychopathic
And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer
I'm no joke

Mopreme straight lo
And you could get smoked
You hook the %#@! you get stroked

And all of that
And later be back for your mother$#&@in dope sack
Kid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut

Don't get your $$# sewn up
Why you leakin on my blown out
Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts

You $#&@ around and got it twisted up
Boy, don't get it twisted


[chorus]
Don't get it twisted!.....


[Macadoshis]
It's the Macadoshis coming from the dark side
The park side where the O.G.s do ride

Ain't nothing but killers in the park
As many ^!$$%s lost they's heart
When my gat sparks

I'll bust a cap in that $$#
Don't get it twisted
When I'm on a mission, ^!$$%s come with Mishy

You busters gettin disciplined
And you're comin' up short on your life
When i smoke you with this mac-10

When it's on it's on
$#&@ it
I'm makin ^!$$%s kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis

Ain't no think to let my %#@! spin
You on my %#@! list hope you got a death wish
I tried to warn you but you missed me

You should have listened mother$#&@er when i said:
Don't get it twisted!


[chorus]

[Rated R]

^!$$%s got problems about gettin %#@! twisted
They need to stay the $#&@ out of grown folks business
Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips

But don't front no %#@! that brought no %#@! that peace started
Cause I'm a cold hearted rider straight dunkin'
never through with my streets

Never hurt nobody but my heat
East side brothers don't hear me though
They'd rather get %#@! twisted and gather like hoes

(*##$ make $$# ^!$$%s when I caught 'em
Couldn't bust a drape if they wanted
They're soft like Charmin

But I don't sweat varmits
I suffer with my black group
Just a one-day murderer

On the mother$#&@in Rudy Poop
I snapped his soul, son
Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your $$# with my tongue

And your mommy can't save you now
Cause you got the job twisted up
For $#&@in' with a killer


[chorus]


[fade out]