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twiztid - leff field كلمات الأغنية

twiztid
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leff field
smoke a square and then prepare yourself
monoxide, monox-boogie, mo-diddy, mo-something
smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square b-tch
me and violent, me and violent j
i’m the wickedest of wicked and by far
i’m destined for greatness
killing off you people hate this
now you can raise us in the top notch
mag or book
and we still won’t give you f-gs a look
b-tch boy, i’m gay-bashing
come see my gun
i never hated f-gs till i got sued by one (by one)
my mental picture is painting me something ugly
and i still don’t understand how my hands got all bl–dy
it’s the juggla!
a juggalo role-model
i stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle
and then you meet me and expect a nice guy
you’re lucky i ain’t stuck a screw driver in your eye yet (hound dogs)
when i sign an autograph, i see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood bath
with demons p-ssing on you like rock the dead! (thoughts in my head)
i’m getting glued the f-ck out with my homie f-cking violent j
and we don’t give a f-ck about nothing you f-cking b-tches say
we speak the word and he unheard the mystify
and when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye
it’s a long dark ride, where you going there ain’t no holding back
i’m the reaper in this b-tch, there ain’t no coming back
my tongue in fact conceal a casket
and spit some sh-t, so off the rip, it’s a cl-ssic
shut the f-ck up, when we speaking b-tch
ain’t yo mamma ever taught you sh-t
we stab individuals in they fatal spots
you got nine lives? well i got 10 shots (yeah!)
i remember when we first got started
clown paint and faygo, you thought we was r-t-rded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!)
finally got you in the front row wilin
now i’m gonna do it again with zug izland
i’m a axe holder, user, deep throater
wouldn’t know a juggalo if i showed ya shadowless
my reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained gl-ss
i see spirits and i talk to people that ain’t there
they seem to vanish in thin air
why don’t you get ghost homie, raise up
while me and violent j roll the weed and blaze it up (what?)
real -ss juggalos is all i care about (who?)
f-ck everybody else, and i don’t want to hear about
and i don’t give a f-ck if you know someone that’s down
i’ll grab you by your neck and fling your f-cking head around
i won’t sign nothing
f-ck taking a picture
f-ck shaking your hand, i’ll pull you at me and hit you (plaw!)
then i kick ya f-cking guts in until your ribs break
there’s your m-th- f-cking hand shake, b-tch (b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)

- twiztid

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