Twista
3 Minute Murda
[Twista talking:]
Uh, uh, ya’ll already know what it is
N***as talkin bout Twista this Twista that
All I know is Twista rap I spit n***a, fuck ya’ll, check it out

[Twista rhyming:]
Twis’ got skill Yes I kill
I get wild on they ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin in the game like them n***as in the south
If a n***a talkin shit I’m quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that’s the shit I be equipped to spit em out
And I'mma make a n***a sick cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his route
And I got bricks of money bitch and I can’t fit em in the couch
Kill em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta charge you to peep this
N***as can’t see me I’m ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me with the Mac out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows I'mma spit em like they cold
When it come to n***as heads I'mma split em like a pole
Take away they swag and shit on they cocky style
Cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao
Come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I’m on promo
N***as wanna get me they better pick a new regimen
Shit too sick B somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I’m makin the issue relevant
Balls bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too elegant
Beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a pelican
I be steady whoopin yo ass just fo the hell of it
Can’t nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it like Harpo
Brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my cargo
You know one gon be wit me wherever my car go
Where yo baby at where yo white Mercedes at?
I'll let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain’t gotta pay me back
Me and yo boss kick it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I beat down the block
Or because I’m like throw ya hands up’ cause it’s hip hop
I’d rather be rappin about the streets and makin a quick pot
But it’s time to do something so the shorties don’t get popped
Meanwhile, back to the lab I got the Desert Eagle
Come on your mothafuckin tip and kill a lot of people
Throw up on a priest, let him know ain’t no reverend equal
Dat I go where the fuck I want I’m up in heaven evil
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know I spit bars sick
E-mail, anthrax, flows kick arsenic
G-up genie and throw it up, I’m car sick
Cut raw dope, these n***as cut garbage
Lethargic, give a bitch hard dick
See my n***as and I say "salute" like a sergeant
Can’t lie, I’m one of the coldest artists
So I wouldn’t have your bitch up in my, apartment
So I be passin out, fuck you flyers
To fakers and heaters and then fuck liars
If yo shit ain’t one, been one minded the swine flu H1N1 virus
Am I like Jason or am I like Michael Myers?
I am the shit I need to wear diapers
When I spit it sometimes I’m all too philosophical
Blame it on the Don Julio and killer tropical
Twista got more swag than a rich sissy
But don’t get prissy mothafuckas can get grilly
I'mma balla and a boss and yes I’m finna get paid
Takin flames to the head like I’m Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip I’m finna get laid
Any n***as dat try to get me is finna get sprayed
One day it’s possible dat I’m finna get saved
But for now I be getting money I’m finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka