Twista feat. Turtle Banxx. . [Turtle Banxx]. most of you motherfuckers is comical. the rule like me is impossible. verbally illogical I took the heat and then followed you to your residence. and spread your molecules blood floods your follicles. damn right we don't acknowledge you. the streets got eyes of leopard for telling niggas to up weaponry. when they see your ass blast and feed your ass to the fish. life's a bitch that'll suck ya dick. and tell them guys we hit that cash. kick ass nigga they coming for the whole pie. old time guys that wont be satisfied till you lay in a grave. wont be satisfied till the location of the safe cave. some were shining too much so I hide in the shade. the minute you made this move gave him one to his brain. [chorus]. kill kill kill murder murder murder. kill kill kill murder murder murder. in every video its. kill kill kill murder murder murder. in every studio its. kill kill kill murder murder murder. and tell me who ya know that. kill kill kill murder murder murder. in every video its. kill kill kill murder murder murder. in every studio its. kill kill kill murder murder murder. and tell me who ya know that. kill kill kill murder murder murder. [Turtle Banxx]. now I roll like minutes and foes with killers that fold. idiotic motherfuckers smokin 'dro by the O's. more by the box so whats this is how we rock it. beats by Cayex and Toxic. China White find a mic. imagine you cant stop it. enough of profit haters make me sick stay on the dick. talking like they made me rich bitch please face it. legit ballin gave me this and you cant take me. cause you cant make it in this game you gotta hate it. niggas kill me with that weak shit come around on street shit. guns that don't reach shit in a talk of insanity. deaths wanted at your ass blast your identity. ain't no hoes over you ain't know. we don't fold we monopolize and ostracize hoes. bitch ass niggas that try to rise. I'm sick of the die sick of the knives sick of the guy that say. [chorus]. [Twista]. I had smoked three fillos falling on these spindles. its Twist and T Bizzle. when i blast heat metal he like like beat bittles we little. niggas act like the heart and the heartless. that still bust contrages that rip through cartilage. turn these mortals into gods and godesses. I bury ya slug in them haters claiming they veins pump up. burying blood turns out y'all the scariest thug. on my nutsac thats how I get into sack. sorrow hollows I spit at ya jag if he don't die he gonna shit in a bag. from K Town to V.I.P. ain't no V.I.P.. ain't no three I.D.'s. that'll get you to a place where we got keys and peas off our trees. controversy wild niggas thats thirsty and bodily fluids. smoking terror that'll smell bloody hands on your soul like mascara. disciples of death. you wont even hear fears in they cry. don't you hear that cold in they throat and see they tears in they eyes. my niggas rhyme thats all I love. put a bullet to the sky but a nigga gotta die if he call my blood. so watch it when you say. [chorus]. kill kill kill murder murder murder. kill kill kill murder murder murder. kill kill kill murder murder murder. kill kill kill