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The Wood Brothers Twisted

I know what it means to be twisted I been stuck in a carnival mirror One time my head was so low you could have kissed it Without standing on your toes

like Luda, I be like yea! You like it like that, dontchya baby? The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods And I

home And put me on death row A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted

seminars Niggaz with diamonds, armed crack heads, clock y'all rhymin Take your girl's necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless Ass on the corner, think you safe workin at Warner Brothers

the otha bizis layin dead But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway

slums Where the shots echo, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother

I'm coming out of twilight sneak like God Num yoho renge kyoho, naw baby, I'm that brother That you used to dream about in yo bed When you woke up, soaking

racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my brother Cory Mo Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack Top dropped down, black on black Fistful of wood, twisted

The rabbit killer left his home for the club And said goodbye to his infertile spouse Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood Carried night-site telescope