P3.1 Lyrics – Twiztid

P3.1 Lyrics by Twiztid

The things you say, they keep f#cking up my mind [my mind
What will it take just to push it all away? [I don’t know, all hope is lost
It’s no mistake when you feel that it’s your time [time-time
The dead of night come, go and take you away [Close your eyes, release it, let go]

I’m the shape of the Myers boy
Shadow of the Kirk mask even though my name is homage to McCoy
Dammit Jim! I’m a doctor, not a mannequin
Flip a coin, take a dark path like I’m Anakin

Slaughter all the Padawan, proteges in mad amounts
Me and all myself are out this world like Astronomicon
Shameless plug, I’m thе light switch
My cordless mic is rusted shut from my rhyme spit

And I rеwind it, spit rhyme my from shut rusted
Is my mic cordless busted? Stop it I’m disgusted
Playing and they can’t touch it
I’ma let my little homie Cody holler at your noggin

I’ma show ’em off the rip I ain’t the one to be f#cked with
I pull up to your function with a loaded 12 gauge buckin’
f#ckin’ concussion, blow the seeds out the side of your pumpkin
Burn rubber down your street, then proceed to get blunted

I’m Mr. Manson, I’m the master of puppets
I got a b#tch on each finger, every one of them love it
You throwin’ shade on my name, you better switch up the subject
Either in private or public, I’ll have you starring in a snuff flick

Yeah, that’s a promise too
I will f#cking slaughter you
For gangstas move in silence, but I’ll tell you what I’m ’bout to do
I tape you to a chair in your living room

Force feed your face an ounce of shrooms
And f#ck your baby mama right in front of you
The things you say, they keep f#cking up my mind [my mind
What will it take just to push it all away? [I don’t know, all hope is lost

It’s no mistake when you feel that it’s your time [time-time
The dead of night come, go and take you away [Close your eyes, release it, let go]
Yo, you talking sh#t to me?
My history will leave you broke and blistering

This song’s just like a mystery, now tell me are you listening?
‘Cause I be speaking, spitting liquid lines consistently
Unfolding victory, you ain’t even up in my periphery
Specifically I’m slippery and spitting differently

It’s not DiGiorno, it’s delivery
I’ma put you out your misery
And my artillery is gonna hit you kamikaze
To your face, ain’t no motherf#ckin’ radish who could stop me

b#tch you better bow down ‘Cause I been hearing around town
You been talking hell and smacking them
You ain’t takin’ my crown though
Believe me we can go rides, we ain’t ever gonna slow down

Ain’t nowhere for you to hide out ’cause we run the f#cking underground
I been killing sh#t, always been a Crip
Ask me how long, why’s it matter b#tch
On the grind now, certified #ssh#l#

Treacherous, murderous, stabbing with a flagpole
Every day is Halloween, make an effigy
Of your favorite rapper, then burn it, clever see?
Never heavenly, bring ’em hell like Hades

Still a smart #ss, bitter fans hate me
‘Cause who I roll with, b#tches talk spiteful
Can’t drop b#llsh#t, petty like high school
I see the shots, I can pop shots too

This is hip hop, I can rock the block too
The things you say, they keep f#cking up my mind [my mind
What will it take just to push it all away? [I don’t know, all hope is lost
It’s no mistake when you feel that it’s your time [time-time

The dead of night come, go and take you away [Close your eyes, release it, let go]
Uhh, f#cking up my brain
Never gon’ feel a pain like this
Never gon’ miss when I’m busting at your b#tch

But hey, I can’t complain, the f#ck is this?
Some m#th*rf#ck*r got his pumpkin in my face about to catch my fist
I’ma make it my mission to find ya, I’m right behind ya
Hear the tone of your motherf#cking brain springing out your dome

‘Cause I’m a surgeon with the chrome
Show up at your f#cking home
Show ’em what I do to haters, livestream it on my phone
Like Bones, I been a magician

My mission is to switch ’em to admit they just dicks
And they stick on that b#llsh#t, so quick them addictions
To making whack sh#t in hope somebody listens ’cause it ain’t
Cool

Okay, I heard about it, get rid of burger and the fries
Yeah I in and out it, there’s plenty murder on my mind
I can’t get around it, and if these rappers were my sons
They wouldn’t get allowance, they’d all be getting grounded

For the way their sh#t is sounding
I rhyme circles, m#th*rf#ck*r
Yeah, I spin around it
I’m Stan Lee whipping kitchen powder

And you like Superman if he ain’t ever get his powers
Just a regular stiff, hey yo, this sh#t is ours
Any little beefs done get devoured, I’ma kill this coward
Artists get a little taste of clout and they start feeling sour

Actin’ like I wasn’t f#cking with them from the day
Now they all want to be James, I can tell by
The things you say, they keep f#cking up my mind [my mind
What will it take just to push it all away? [I don’t know, all hope is lost

It’s no mistake when you feel that it’s your time [time-time
The dead of night come, go and take you away [Close your eyes, release it, let go]
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Twiztid Lyrics – P3.1

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P3.1