[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I gets, mo' trips than a little bit I smoked, mo' dips than a little bit I'm not that regular, when stepping I can't wait 'till I can fly Away from my competitor, yeah, Santana can die My psychosis hopeless, focus, notice My metamorphosis, folks is broke and jokeless Picture me in a syringe inserted in an overexerted felon Antidote having 'em runnin' eternally across the helland Dwamn, losin' my sanity livin' up in Les Miserables Fuck bitter broads, this shit is gonna have us stacking if there is a God I'mma take the X away from generation, place it at the end of S.E For the duration Upon the level Tell the devil to what Skip a human I'mma tell him, "Behold pale horses like us" Shame on a nigga when he feelin' Hella down for a ninety-nine killin' Ain't giving a Fuck I'm putting Nair In your leave in hair conditioner Now you Hari Krishna To my listeners: In this rhyme you will find Psychotic scriptures saying it's somethin' disrupting my mind
[Hook] Tech N9ne your mind is fine There's just not anyone like you The whole wide world don't matter no They can't flow like you I must make you understand
My thoughts are twisted (So twisted) My thoughts are twisted (So twisted) My thoughts are twisted (So twisted) But I get mixed up (So twisted)
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] A, I'm lifted, B, I'm twisted C, I'm sick and sadistic, A, B and C Something's I do I just can't stand Up in my bathroom I sex six women Mentally, just me and me Me and my faithful right hand man Tie up a Muslim And shoot him with liquid pork On Ramadan With force I'll make a Christian Read their kids The necronomicon On Christmas Don't trip on this lyrical syphilis I flip this So the yonks will catch vapors Like menthalyptus I'll feed a dominatrix patient Pain pills Give Wu haters permanent Fang grills Trick the artist formerly known and give him the same slave deal I'll lift a couple of Dr. Dre's reels Sell em' to Snoop And No Limit Soldiers Just so I can see How paid feels Hazy Shade Of decayed Hookers with grave shields Where AIDS fills The carcass Bet a milli on it Tecca N9na be the darkest Heartless, I spark from the gut So what the fuck? I'm trying to contain the insane, but what?
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Welcome to my Asylum, it's hectic, they call me dyslexic Rogue infested More vicious than Cujo Fraudulent tested The punks arrested Got the neck slit Exit I'm twisted I know Hollywood backwards says "doowylloh" Force feed me a Sumo For about nine weeks Playing Club Nuevo Till he's blue Though Then stuff him in the front seat of a Yugo Body filled with beef and toaster Strudel Let up the break And watch him race To the intersection Now he's through Though Yastuvo I slide with a gang Of twisted individuals Somebody better be Looking for the criminal tendencies Never will they get us in the penitentiaries, killa Millimeter N9ne rips vinyl, I know Mix flow like Korean Albino, Wino Once breeded an elephant With a rhino Called it the hell if I know Throw Chuck Manson Off in a pit Of militant Jews Banging hella opera The real meaning of helter skelter is when they skin that forehead swastika Am I twisted? Am I twisted? I'm twisted, better keep your distance Mama gotta call the psychiatrics for mental assistance
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