Twisted

One, two, three, four
Get ready, mothereffers

I tried to go, but then I got stopped
I got stopped by a plain clothes cop
Said I was being too awesome
Just too awesome for an awesome possum

Yeah man
Yeah man
Yeah man
Yeah man

The cop dragged me to the jail
And locked me in a dark cell
Locked tight for things that I can't help
Thoughts were thought, feelings were felt

A few months passed, and now I'm back
Now I'm back once a few months passed
Being awesome is not illegal
Arguing the point is so feeble

Twisted, twisted
Twist me, twist me
Twisted, twisted
Twist me, twist me
Twisted, twisted
Twist me, twist me



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Daniel Lawrence
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