Twi$ted
Sippin' liquor, I'm twisted
Feelin' the trigger, One shiver, I'll peel him, Leave him face down in the dirt
Came to the place in a jeep but left in a hearse
If the fame is first the dangers worse
He came in with the flames each verse
The bangers burst
You fuckin' with a major jerk
My name is cursed
I'm living on the hated turf
Listen to me while I sang this hurt
Listen to me while I bang the curb
Anger lurks lookin' for somebody who ain't deserve
Let me see if you can say the same, In vain we slur
I just scored 40 in the paint with fades like Dirk
Wish I could've faked my death before I became this worse
Now take a look at me, I'm far from perfect
But I'm awfully certain I got bars that's worth it
I'm a, White rapper with the darkest purpose
Go hard or No balls, You fall short, You worthless
Im a boss, Get a call from the Germans
Ima go to the top from the bottom determined
Fuck a sermon, I'm sperming on persons in front of virgins
Say I'm disturbing but the truth is I'm hardest working
Swerving a bimmer, Don't take my foot off the pedal
The loudest motherfucking speakers screaming loud as Electra
I fucked a couple of Lex's, had one obsessed and the best one I never met but we texted
I just feel bad cause we destined
This for all the dead rappers who said trappin' was easy
6 feet deep in the ground before they could see me
I ain't giving out no freebies, Either kill me or king me
Drop the bomb on a bitch, I ain't got time for a treaty, Believe me
Everything's peachy
I been living freely, No needy bitch in my face tryna fuck with my feelings
You gon' die with no symptoms
Drive a whip with no engine
Just got back from suspension to go right back to detention
Then come home, intervention
I know they mad I been missing
Gotta watch my back, I'm suspicious
Ain't no relaxing, I'm gettin' it
I want my taxes defended
I keep my rapping authentic
All you rappers, in fact, you faggots are trash and pathetic
I get no credit
Can we speak the facts and forget it?
Feel like I'm trapped in my head and I can't get passed it, I'm fed up
I need a shovel to bury my inner self, I'm the devil
I'm trying hard to bring myself up out of this peril
Feelin' the trigger, One shiver, I'll peel him, Leave him face down in the dirt
Came to the place in a jeep but left in a hearse
If the fame is first the dangers worse
He came in with the flames each verse
The bangers burst
You fuckin' with a major jerk
My name is cursed
I'm living on the hated turf
Listen to me while I sang this hurt
Listen to me while I bang the curb
Anger lurks lookin' for somebody who ain't deserve
Let me see if you can say the same, In vain we slur
I just scored 40 in the paint with fades like Dirk
Wish I could've faked my death before I became this worse
Now take a look at me, I'm far from perfect
But I'm awfully certain I got bars that's worth it
I'm a, White rapper with the darkest purpose
Go hard or No balls, You fall short, You worthless
Im a boss, Get a call from the Germans
Ima go to the top from the bottom determined
Fuck a sermon, I'm sperming on persons in front of virgins
Say I'm disturbing but the truth is I'm hardest working
Swerving a bimmer, Don't take my foot off the pedal
The loudest motherfucking speakers screaming loud as Electra
I fucked a couple of Lex's, had one obsessed and the best one I never met but we texted
I just feel bad cause we destined
This for all the dead rappers who said trappin' was easy
6 feet deep in the ground before they could see me
I ain't giving out no freebies, Either kill me or king me
Drop the bomb on a bitch, I ain't got time for a treaty, Believe me
Everything's peachy
I been living freely, No needy bitch in my face tryna fuck with my feelings
You gon' die with no symptoms
Drive a whip with no engine
Just got back from suspension to go right back to detention
Then come home, intervention
I know they mad I been missing
Gotta watch my back, I'm suspicious
Ain't no relaxing, I'm gettin' it
I want my taxes defended
I keep my rapping authentic
All you rappers, in fact, you faggots are trash and pathetic
I get no credit
Can we speak the facts and forget it?
Feel like I'm trapped in my head and I can't get passed it, I'm fed up
I need a shovel to bury my inner self, I'm the devil
I'm trying hard to bring myself up out of this peril
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Writer(s): Jacob Dobbs
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