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When it come down to it, just like a knee, all blew it Just like a sneeze, achoo it Felt it like a breeze I knew it another couple of hundred emcees couldn't do what we do it Going way past the point to come back Better have 'em come check where the bombs at Fuck 'em all like a contract Bet they got they cops and they contacts Bet they got a lawyer A retainer ain't debatin' me to stop that Later I be dealing with a sword, it's a portrait I don't give a fuck about a hater you can halt that Always on your mind like a skull cap Only way I'm dropping a dime is if she fall back Got your motherfuckin' back like a bra strap But you bitches need to go and get your balls back probably got them hidden in your fuckin' homies jaws Facts Twiztid, propane Gassing on these bitches since the old days Gunshots, road rage Talkin' bout your feelings, where the lows man? Fuck Feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings Everything you are, I'm the opposite Screaming "fuck the world" with no apologies You could do your worst, it doesn't bother me I don't feel a thang Letras de cancionesArrogance is evil, they makin' you look conceited And anger come off as jealous, like you prolly can't achieve it Confidence is king and having it make you look better But when doubt come out to visit, enter into gloomy weather Better but we're not feeling better, we enter in despair With no one to talk to, with no one to really care Doubt's all about solidifying that you're weak But greed's from out of town and up in the driver's seat Buckle up, we be catchin' up on bad times With the blindfolds on as we roll through the stop signs No breaks or intention to stop Everybody normal in the world, did I mention I'm not If it ain't habit then I'm somewhere in-between So many ridicule our secret abnormality genes And I done seen so-called Satan Holy shit maybe it's time for the criminals to win Twiztid, propane Gassing on these bitches since the old days Gunshots, road rage Talkin' bout your feelings, where the lows man? Fuck Feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings Everything you are, I'm the opposite Screaming "fuck the world" with no apologies You could do your worst, it doesn't bother me I don't feel a thang From Letras Mania