for feelings Go to the window, what do I see? Go to the window, the killer is me It's me It's me Twist and turn, twist and turn, twist and turn
Traduction: The Damned. Twisted Nerve.
Go to the window What do I see Go to the window The killer is me It's me, it's me... Twist and turns Twisted nerve Twist and turns Twisted nerve
if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high. (I be high... I be high...) But I... Twist that la-la-la-la. {Whoooo! } [Verse 2:] I get
you heard Thai-da-da-da, done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it, and niggas is served And a fifth of burb It'll switch your nerves, and I'll get to swervin
every nerve damn I'm fightin and I'm losin it damn you your pullin and a pushin I'm wrestlin with I toss and twist til finally I give in damn... I hate
'll never forgive And what is the point of live and let live If they're stealin' your cup of joe It's a slick sham, hot damn You wind up in a toe jam
quota, You doin' your piece work too fast, Now you get off your mustang sally You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere." I lay back. I get my nerve
I will reign murder you all in his name Bismallah with a fist and a pistol I dismiss the kiss from a Hiss giver, wrist slitter, male bitch a witch with a twist
Your Lane Midwest Choppers Find It Murderers Monolog Come Out Of A Sinister Formidable Place I Can Let You Kno The Ins And The Outs And I Can Spit It Wickid Twisted
know what you heard Thai-da-da-da done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it and niggaz is served and a fifth of burb It'll switch your nerves and I'll
're doin' your piece work too fast" "Now you get off your mustang, Sally You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere" I layed back, I get my nerve
right off the bat Octavia, a.k.a. the neighbor-hood-rat I used to run up in her but I had to play broke cause the bitch was known to twist mo' than hundred
nerve Damn, I'm fightin' and I'm losin' And damn you, you're pullin' and I'm pushin' I'm wrestlin' with, I toss and twist Till finally I give in, damn
his name Biss malla wit the fist in a pistola Dismiss the kiss from a hiss giva Wrist slita, male bitch or witch wit a twist A glitch man abyss swimma
the witness to murderers monologue of a minute Come out of a sinister formidable place I can let you know the in's and the out's and I can spit it wicked Twisted
best, release the vocal trilogy Aight God damn slow it up mayn M'uhfuckers done felt you mayn We can go on to some next shit God damn, man, you stoppin
'm lookin' for trouble/ Twist it up like a good double, twist it up like some fine weed/ Got beef in the streets, you can hire me, twist 'em like screws