Yuwannahoe - Twiztid Lyrics - Psychopathics From Outer Space (part Two) - Insane Clown Posse

What up ya'll? 

Alright, gotta little something to say 

You know I been chillin, chillin in the underground 

And we see all of ya'll Yea we see ya'll 

You know what I'm saying? 

Everybody in the game trying to do their thing 

You in the industry We in the streets 

You know what I'm saying? 

The label that runs beneath the streets 

Psychopatchic ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, 

Zug Izland, ICP, and TWIZTID! 

Hey you bitch boy guess what? 

Me and my brother made of rubber 

So when Twiztids in the house 

We bounce the mothafucker 

Save your pen ink and your paper 

Player hater We bring the dark side 

Everywhere like the temper 

Aint you heard Aint nobody jocking your shit 

Use an open toed sandle 

Just flip-flopping it 

Heres one for your play list 

Suck my mothafucking dick 

First single You can wait on the remix 

Get your candle blew out I feel the love homie 

Even if it's hating your mouth 

I'm still the same sick and Twiztid individual 

Looking to go ballistic 

So reminiscent to make your ??? 

I keep it covered and smothered 

Like hash browns And my war songs ready 

Keeping them vultures from swooping down 

I'm as classic as a throwback version Of Michael Myers 

Where the hatred thatll spread Like a forest fire 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

I trying to shake them off my collar 

With a pop and a twist 

But these haters hang on 

Like some velcro shits I cant escape it 

I try scraping them off 

But they holding on so tight 

It's like rapping a moth 

I leave you mothafuckers shaking 

In the frost of my cold heart 

And burry you alive 

In a hole in my backyard 

Dont act hard You dont want to chance it sonny 

Monoxide, you know how we do this, money 

So now I hear that you're attacking my crew 

For the shit that we do 

And you'se a bitch 

Thinking aint nobody sweeter then you 

We spitting sugar shock 

For you dum-dum lollypops 

Give you 20 whole seconds to reload your glock 

Better bust right If you're looking for the lime light 

Better sit down 

Get your rhyme right 

Get your shit tight 

Round here we stay tight 

Like fly anus When no video 

Dont no radio rotate us 

And no play list Just young, dumb, and faceless 

While big cats copping these dumb hoes 

And nice bracelet 

(You hear that, all stars go wait on your publishing 

checks so you can pay your baby momma rent what) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

I dont know why 

They hate me so much 

Dedicating more then half of their life 

To doing such bitch ass shit 

Its making me wanna retaliate 

Youd probably press charges 

Hoping that theyd lock me away 

Im not a bad boy Im a fat boy, bitch boy 

My whole team spits raps 

While your team is unemployed 

Riding a pie Im a give them a piece of my mind 

You'se a back burner project 

Getting done up from behind 

My whole squad drops LPs to CDs 

And making way more chow 

Then youll hoes will ever see 

Thats right mothafuckers 

Stop making that shrink rap Boo-boo bitch 

Hold up man, why dont you bring that beat back up in here? 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here) 

yuwannahoe? (So dont worry) 

Dont hate on me (Get the fuck outta here)