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Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera I > Versuri Insane Clown Posse > Miscellaneous - Diemuthafuckadie!That's the Shit 
 
 Twiztid (yeah) 
 
 Twiztid (yeah) givin' wig splits 
 
 (get your mothafuckin wig split) 
 
 Wig splits 
 
 Wig splits (yeah) 
 
 Twiztid givin' wig splits 
 
 We cracked your head in half 
 
 It wasn't funny but we laugh 
 
 Twiztid running this bitch for 9 dash 
 
 A car crash is no equivalent 
 
 We far from innocent 
 
 Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant 
 
 acting beligerent on the daily 
 
 Hopein' that somebody'll save me 
 
 But I guess I'm dead wrong 
 
 All by myself 
 
 fuck everyone else 
 
 I'm in a hole 
 
 And I can't breathe my lungs swoll 
 
 Bad dreams when I sleeping 
 
 Everybody constantly creeping 
 
 feelin' so weak and I can't see 'em 
 
 My conscience keep leaving me 
 
 Falling in and out 
 
 Waking up with bullets of sweat and cotton mouth 
 
 Them down south niggaz don't know about this 
 
 And niggaz on the westside way too pissed 
 
 because it's eastside niggaz talking hardcore shit 
 
 Enough to get the northside hit 
 
 "We the shit" 
 
 We legit like a motherfucker 
 
 Chilling with million dollar peoples 
 
 Digging up graves and acting evil 
 
 You looking for the sequel 
 
 More like something close to equal 
 
 You actors don't even sequal them bitches in Toledo 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 I smoke too many cigarettes and get high too much 
 
 Don't work enough 
 
 Shit is too rough 
 
 I could give a fuck less if the whole world blow up 
 
 Or what gang signs niggaz throw up 
 
 I'm too fed up to keep my head up 
 
 So I let it drag 
 
 Can't afford a belt so my pants sag 
 
 Everybody seems to be a fag or a lesbian 
 
 But what the fuck happened is what I'm questioning 
 
 The president is prejudice against you and me 
 
 Then he'd be taking half our money and he chilling tax free 
 
 And if you ask me that's another smack in the face 
 
 We need to burn the whitehouse and piss in his face 
 
 And every judge should do a minimum of 20 to life 
 
 If they can dish it they can take it, tell me that ain't right 
 
 And every cop should be beat like Rodney King 
 
 non stop from the summer 'til it turn to spring 
 
 Shove a doughnut in their mouth and a badge in their ass 
 
 Because the pigs don't get no class 
 
 they get their wigs spilt 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 Feel Like I'm tearin' to pieces 
 
 Fuck you I hope you die 
 
 In the casket where I lie 
 
 And burn my body So I wont attrack flies 
 
 In my eyes a look of terror, cold as ice 
 
 So what if I slit my wrist once or twice 
 
 Now O split your wig with my aluminum bat 
 
 Or I can blow your eardrums with my brain dead rap 
 
 And You can call it this or that 
 
 But I swing to the other 
 
 Word to the monoxide child, my brother 
 
 No other 
 
 represent this efervesent knowledge for Twiztid education 
 
 I got the lesson 
 
 Bloody text book 
 
 Kill the next motherfucker that look 
 
 and always shakin' never shook 
 
 Get your wig spilt bitch and we out 
 
 Get your wig spilt bitch and we out 
 
 Get your wig spilt bitch and we out 
 
 Tell these motherfuckers what were talking about 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die 
 
 Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die 
 
 mothafuckas die (yeah,yeah) 
 
 mothafuckas die (yeah,yeah) 
 
 wont you die 
 
 mothafuckas die (yeah,die) 
 
 mothafuckas die (yeah,die) 
 
 forget you mothafuckas 
 
 yeah, yeah 
 
 die mothafucka 
 
 die 
 
 die...
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