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Twisted (2.version of Hijacked)
- //verse1//
- Was IT you in The news explaining IT as that madhat you are and what about stuff out of The drop trap hip hop trip throw of deep sharp beat sword, Arrow shark harpoon lethal ice Spike justified like in die hard two Now deformed resembling something that IS not true, anarchy got that asylum crowbar you need The church, super soaker madness in your beliefs, clueless Copycat fat show with a firerate highspeed No way its name IS gameboy colour blue in this fools chair track kills Before hits by shapeshifting laughs like The Hydra sounds but on repeat IT eats The brain grain how IT knows you too Well but you are a puddle of boneless liquid on The floor and I won't tell you quickly where IS The exit door rancor da FIFTH needle street twa triple do sixty fluent tribalist fear The worst Monet i am here to stay
- //Chorus//
- Lie again and alienated you thinks what is happening truly only you know that plan should not go south as its allowed by doubt what IS that tale Even about
- //Verse2//
- Yeah Yo its complicated Good card hand I would say to understand, your play phantom foe ghost type a wanabe know it all you gotto be, that fly on the walls the sealing the floors, I dont mean to trick, but if u fail on the first stage do your style end up to be underground, can you see it from my spiralling verbal staircase of words, Messed up by the followers in The shadows I can guess that after you this time its serious blasphemy, blame me I never said about the news of your childhood dear En e mie.
- //Chorus//
- Lie again and alienated you thinks what is happening truly only you know that plan should not go south as its allowed by doubt what IS that tale Even about
- //Verse3//
- Danger main man razorblade Stoned to Be sad, lyridical drilling saw brain that they think they won, the lethal weapon four god damn it, no its crooked double me the one that makes it happen, game changer, catch the drift critic check check it cerial black paint o burial track saint, minds a labyrint made of ice you are really to be called expert, lets Be honest today, think Im braking a leg oops its already broken of who here is joking so what are you up to its your jam Master, that first try goes boom and nobody even knows how to act a fool man.
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