Just-E - Came To Get It Twisted (session)

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Eyyo, don't get it twisted, if you're wondering what is this,/
I'm just handeling my business, and I'm not leaving any whitness./
Hiphop is my dick-less mistress, as I'm havin some fun,/
infect you with a shitless sickness, as I'm grabbin some guns./
And I'll be stabbing some muthafuckas for just talking some shit,/
startin this shit can't do nothing but sparking a hit./
While it's dark and I spit something for you to blow your mind to,/
even if you keep on mumbeling I'll say that it's just time to./
For me to rock 'n rumble, while you stumble and fall,/
you're sucking cock and mumble, when I summon and call./
Some of my friends to join in on all this just beating you up,/
seat in your butt, waiting for a girl to start heating your nuts./
But instead of licks you'll get a couple of kicks,/
and I insist on inflict some serious damage on tricks./
Cuz I love to see them squirming in pain, serving the game,/
with asskissing, hope you heard of the flame, burning your name./
And the burdon of fame will never ever touch your shoulders,/
growing older I can see that the world is getting colder./
I will always be a soldier only, looking for peace,/
can't find it so I told ya homie, rookie deceased./
I'll be booking the streets for future battles fought with rhymes,/
then I'm cooking up beefs, I'm gonna chew one at a time./
So hook me up with beats, and I'll be doing just fine,/
I will shook you with heat, and then I'll screw you from behind./
Cuz I'm, not the one you'd like face during an evening,/
cuz I'm evil, and I'm whooping your ass like Steven Seagal./
Stealing your soul only for the sole purpose of feeding,/
I'm that bullet in your chest that really hurts when you're breathing./
I'm like an unbuttoned shirt during a meeting, messed up,/
but if you came to test me, I wish you the best luck./
I'm a stressed fuck, how about taking it easy,/
test luck and try love without making it sleasy./
A girl who's waking up tease me, only to try to,/
by kissing wake me up, please me, where can I find you?/
Fix my hair without making it greasy just before I go out,/
to a place where shaking will cease me without no doubt./
So I try to find the greatest time of my life,/
I'm stating rhymes with my mouth, the latest line sharp as a knife./
Debating signs of the strife, struggeling and doubeling the pain,/
juggeling with words, studdering and shuddering in the rain./
Smothering myself with unspoken lyrics of a dream,/
not bothering to comprehend the meaning of the theme./
But I'm thinking about it often, and I can't deny it,/
one day I will forever rest in peace and be quiet./

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