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TWISTA lyrics : "Suicide (Original)"

[Verse:]
Um, them wanna test the champion, it can't be done
You walking barb wires, watch me carve liars to shogun

Cuts a duck, $#&@ "Naughty" I'm in that hate ya "Nature"
Ready to break ya, (state ya), claiming I raped ya, (faker)
Take you degrees deeper than death I get you dissed

To get you pissed, the mister split ya wrist
Thinking I bit twist now picture this
Me biting something from you, and you can't top me

Better yet stop me, or drop me, your technique is sloppy
Check my flow autopsy
Copy yet never be cleverly my %#@! blows up

Leaving them froze up, straight from the toes up
Rip these shows up, in my city, we run %#@! like president do
Turn you to residue, snatch you your revenue

Rip "This and That" like Dres'll a due
Vestibule, your dead bodies I feel we cut your hair short
Dissin the Chi, why dare sport

We fly more heads then airports
Thinking you hard but when I pull your card I bet ya stretch
Go fetch a Treach, I make him disappear like Etch A Sketch

Wretched ^!$$%, keep Chi out your mouth or get your neck split
Quickly I used to wreck %#@!, but now punk I'm on some next %#@!
Check it, the crew you tried is making sure your bluer side

Face the beat down (*##$ ^!$$%, $#&@ing with Chi, suicide

[Chorus:]

Suidice when you're $#&@ing with Chi - BOOYAH
I wonder why (I wonder why mother$#&@ers wanna die) [x4]


[Verse:]
I come deep as golpher tactics, pop them like prophylactics
With flowmatics, no statics takin, breakin' punks up I'm a pro at it

Go at it with whoever, crew never cracks, pack gats
$#&@ your chains and locks, chainsaws, hatchets, butter cutters and bats
Braids and blades and machetes, petty %#@! you carry

Can't scare me fairy, burn your obituary at the cemetary
II to a casket, heads in bread bask', was dead when lead blast
And burn him like ashes, !#@* A GHETTO BASTARD

Huh, come with that "hey ho", better stay low
end up with a halo, spread blood like mayo
Looks like a TKO, say no, to Treachery, bet ya be thinking you're ganking

I do the shankin', Naughty kids always get a spankin'
So uh, go diss some more emcees instead of these
Punk your better ease, or get your head filled up with holes like cheddar cheese

Never let a breeze, slow me down kid this ain't the season
"Tung Twist' back to Chicago"? (*##$, who told you I was leaving?


[Chorus:]
Suidice when you're $#&@ing with Chi - BOOYAH
I wonder why (I wonder why mother$#&@ers wanna die) [x4]


[Verse:]
Selector, my DJ cuts up, B-hyper, what's up

Let's beat the nuts up, eat the ducks up
Then sweep they guts up
The things I bring will make you spring forward and later fall back

Talking about Twisting don't impress you, like your %#@! is all that
Go get your tecs I got grenadas to pack pins
Be quick to stack men, black men with mac 10s

Ready to let their finger back bend
And if I catch your dreamin, of descendant schemin'
Y'all find an intoxicated demon, sucking !@&(, hear what I'm screamin?

Huh, another #~!!@ wants to break me in a homosapian
Beat him down and wont give a $#&@ what type of shape he in
Yellow is the color of cape he in, punk your style'll be

Facing fatality, split his head like a personality
While I'll be cracking heads like jokes, leave a tight stitch
For dissing me hype pitch, $#&@ you and that white (*##$

I'm hoping your mic switch
Remember that show in the West?
Thought I waswimp, man please, the pimp slam Gs

Swing on MCs like chimpanzees
Get your nose bust, bones broke, make rappers split with this %#@!
Talking %#@! about the Chi behind me back, now you get this (*##$

What's up ^!$$%, come on step, unless you just a sucker
$#&@ing with Chi, suicide mission mother$#&@er

[Chorus:]
Suidice when you're $#&@ing with Chi - BOOYAH

I wonder why (I wonder why mother$#&@ers wanna die) [x4]
[scratching]

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