Twista no debating
If you hear what he's saying he's lyrically insane
What can I say to make you see how the fukk I feel
to make me wanna jump off of the edge
I'm charged off of suckers gettin shot up off the ledge
No pain, instead of 'caine I took a blunt off to the head
(so tell me what it said)
Retaliate with lethal repercussion
I feel the reefer rushin
to go into thangs, like it's a wicked stick
Took the Benadryl, hot like I'm fin' ta steal
to get the kickin shyt
for nikkaz and bytches that I kick it with
I was born to get you pumped up
it's like some lead bust cause I give motherfukkers a head rush
Then yo' head bust when you jumped up
Cause what I said must've got you geeked, my eyes red puffed
from smokin shyt that nikkaz hit on to die
Make me wanna slip the clip on the side
And if you act a bytch on the side, if we have to
then the whole Westside'll let the shyt go on and ride
when the trigga bust
rhyme scheme wise he is ridiculous.
