i want everybody listening now to say this twiztid is the motherfucking shit and everybody else that feels that i m a little out of line come see me when you re hitting rewind and you will find that i m an ex con serial killer axe wielding for realla big gorilla as i walk in the shadow of death i bitch slap his ass and then light a cigarette i told you all i m addicted to drugs and weird sex and putting holes in the back of your neck carnival reject respect like you do the don the da when you see me give your boy a holla got the world in a shock collar like a rottweiler on the loose running trains on your girl s caboos don t believe in a truce we re gonna fight until somebody here dies we ve been here since 1865 and no lies this is the story of our lives come and take a look in my eyes keep it real and tell me no lies we ve been waiting for you we came through the door kicking that bitch off the hinge we was knocking but wouldn t nobody let us in it s the incredible edible white chocolate rappers we came on the scene busting your cabbage patch bakwards d i t z i w t we was born connected at the hip like siamese twins we coming down with the underground sound and one finger on each hand and you can count them fuck everybody here man it s not about them and tucked inside of my bag is a problem underground feel the ground shake feel it vibrate watch your girl girate we could dig the whole world if we choose but instead we kick the wickedest blues and i refuse to lose to demographic and the people who choose to put the hearts inside of the black magic  we write voodoo sayings on the fronts of t shirts so that when people read them they will become creatures still coming with the ultra man flow that will linger in your brain and constantly echo we aint in it to be rich were ready to reach folks and change life and put you up on shit you aint know thats about it youre in the midst of some maniacs who will unload a microphone in your dome as if its a gat so conceal the unreal if the fruit is mass appeal were the worms eating away from under the apple peel with all juice and no pulp fiction no dollar ninety nine a minute for our predictions we smash mics like with the rhymes we recite keep this motherfucker hype from now til sunlight now do you really need a shovel to dig it and with the flip of a coin we can be righteous or wicked 