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twistid rob – creep testo

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hook (twistid rob)

i’ve done horrible things, they’re hard to explain
i can do them again, cause i know the pain
inside my hurt, that i do it day to day
it’s causing me to chop constantly in a dope way
i’ve been labeled a creep, they’ve called me a freak pointing fingers at me
calling me weak, what they don’t know is i gotta eat
twistid vaurheaz and chadrick bon apet-te

verse 1 (twistid rob)

i feel like my mind is tossed up, lost in a world of corruption
-ssumptions of people i don’t even trust them, i’m not accustomed
gotta stay humble but what’s been circling my brain, is a reality i’m all chains
so i gotta stay weird and strange, doing thangs
digging up the remains of the memories of the slappers that bang
hit the speakers to the streets, the tracks that i’ve slain
you motherf-ckers d-gg-n me cause my style ain’t yours, behind closed doors you’re loving my sh-t
i can hear you from the bottom, quit makin appraisal of it
i’ve seen some sh-t, knee deep in it for the key to it
i’ve walked and preceed with thick measures, i’ve bleed to it
mentality of a beast, i can’t ease my ways i go dark but i’m pleased
that i’ll free up the hatred i conceived, i can’t sleep
when i speak this lethal perceptual aim, from the hidden sleeve
it’s volatile that you ‘pretiate, what you eat
you f-ckin p-ssies not even on my level the beef, i got sh-t settled i meddled i’ve won battles i’m the black sheep

hook (twistid rob)

i’ve done horrible things, they’re hard to explain
i can do them again, cause i know the pain
inside my hurt, that i do it day to day
it’s causing me to chop constantly in a dope way
i’ve been labeled a creep, they’ve called me a freak pointing fingers at me
calling me weak, what they don’t know is i gotta eat
twistid vaurheaz and chadrick, bon apet-te

verse 2 (chadrick)

hope you locked your front door, cause i came ready for war
strapped up get clapped up, brain matter on floors
not talkin about bullets im talkin about bars, not really.. gonna k!ll you i’m speakin in metaphors
lyrically i could dismantle you first i rip off your arms, proceed to beat the sh-t out of you then stand over your corpse
pants down take a sh-t, take a big sh-t and laugh, wipe my -ss with your cash you walked off
ima f-ckin -ssh0l- ima basterd ima jack off on your wife’s corpse to walk in
to your casket, slip and notice i ejact it with twittish rappers, two for me none for you
that was f-ckin brutal, but it’s part of me
got demons in my head pumping through my arteries
i beast then blessed me if i didn’t make them part of my artistry
fire on the beats, start a fire in the streets, more fire us sprinkle in the keif
light it up, inhale ima beast, your priorities are between the sheets
position bride ima sell a bit, ive just f-cked beats like dirk lewinsky
hittin 3’s, burn the booth that -rs-ny

hook (twistid rob)

i’ve done horrible things, they’re hard to explain
i can do them again, cause i know the pain
inside my hurt, that i do it day to day
it’s causing me to chop constantly in a dope way
i’ve been labeled a creep, they’ve called me a freak pointing fingers at me
calling me weak, what they don’t know is i gotta eat
twistid vaurheaz and chadrick, bon apet-te

verse 3 (twistid rob)

i’m driven by eyers spittin this fire, optical syllable prodigals fire
probable liars stopping at nothin i’m coming so cuttin em out of the dire
need of h-lla weed perset-tal breathe, hoping it’s getting me higher
but i’m really thinking my mind is rewired, i get tired
then i’m waking up and i feel alone, must be a dream my mind is gone
venom in my veins can a man be wrong? i feel the motherf-cker urt in my bones
and i can’t get away got a life that i’m in, give me a purpose to make a new day
i’ma weird -ss creep and i’m here to stay, with a motherf-ckin motive to chop your face
look at my clothes line peer a red, motions i show it i’ve already bled
sweat in my tears of my everyday living, you ain’t gettin ahead
i’m swinging from fences, staying professional
hit em with heaviness, multi-directional
lyrical savage i cut em a sectional
plug in my stereo’s make it acceptable
from the cracks and crevices this underground movement, putting rappers on my beats i met in the streets you motherf-ckers gettin stupid
makin music bout nothing you confused about what the truth is, when it comes to real sh-t you motherf-ckers act clueless

hook (twistid rob)

i’ve done horrible things, they’re hard to explain
i can do them again, cause i know the pain
inside my hurt, that i do it day to day
it’s causing me to chop constantly in a dope way
i’ve been labeled a creep, they’ve called me a freak pointing fingers at me
calling me weak, what they don’t know is i gotta eat
twistid vaurheaz and chadrick, bon apet-te

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