3 Minute Murder lyrics

[Intro]
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Y'all already know what it is
n*ggas talkin' bout "Twista this", "Twista that"
All I know is Twista rap I spit, n*gga. f*ck ya'll, check it out

[Verse 1]
Twis' got skill, yes I kill
I get wild on they ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin' in the game like them n*ggas in the south
If a n*gga talkin' sh*t I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the sh*t I be equipped to spit 'em out
And I'mma make a n*gga sick cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin' him out of his route
And I got bricks of money, b*tch and I can't fit em in the couch
Kill 'em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill 'em with syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bid'ness I gotta charge you to peep this
n*ggas can't see me I'm Ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me with the Mack out
Twista gon' get money like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows I'mma spit 'em like they cold
When it come to n*ggas heads I'mma split 'em like a pole
Take away they swag and sh*t on they c*cky style
Cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao
Come codo or like bolo come solo wit my k-olo
When you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
n*ggas wanna get me they better pick a new regimen
sh*t too sick B somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin' up Twista I'm makin' the issue relevant
Balls bigger than mine better go get two elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too elegant
Beat yo face up till yo jaw tissue look like a pelican
I be steady whoopin' yo ass just fo' the hell of it
Can't nobody f*ck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it like Harpo
Brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick b*tch, go 'head check out my cargo
You know one gon' be wit me wherever my car go
Where yo baby at, where yo white Mercedes at?
I'll let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back
Me and yo boss kick it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we comin' and killin' and murderin' cause I beat down the block
Or because I'm like "throw ya hands up" cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin' about the streets and makin' a quick pot
But it's time to do something so the shorties don't get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the desert eagle
Come on yo muthaf*ckin tip and kill eleven people
Throw up on a priest let him know I ain't no reverend
Either dat I go where the f*ck I want I'm up in heaven evil
You ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick
E-mail, anthrax, flows kick arsenic
G-up genie and throw it up I'm car sick
Cut raw dope deez n*gga cut garbage
Lethargic give a b*tch hard di*k
See my n*ggas and I say "salute" like a sergeant
Can't lie I'm one of the coldest artists
So I wouldn't have yo b*tch up in my apartment
So I be passin' out "f*ck you" flyers
To fakers and heaters and then f*ck liars
If yo' sh*t ain't one been one minded
The swine flu H1N1 virus
Am I like Jason? No I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the sh*t I need to wear diapers
When I spit it sometimes I'm all too philosophical
Blame it on the Don Julio and killer tropical
Twista got more swag than a rich sissy
But don't get prissy muthaf*ckas can get grilly
I'mma balla and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
Takin' flames to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip I'm finna get laid
Any n*ggas dat try to get me is finna get sprayed
One day it's possible dat I'm finna get saved
But for now I be getting money I'm finna get made, muthaf*cka
f*cka.. ..f*cka.. .. f*cka.. ..f*cka