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The Muhfukkin Twigg

  1. (Intro)
  2. Hook x2
  3. [Im the Muhfukkin Twigg
  4. T w i double g i dy]
  5. (Verse 1)
  6. I’ll split ya wig back with this axe that I’m toting,
  7. 10 whacks to the back, bitch, and then you’ll be folding.
  8. Behold a new wave, a new age of underground,
  9. And if you’re ever in the Burg, homie, that’s my stomping grounds.
  10. If you look around hard enough, you just might peep me,
  11. I’m dressed in all black skating my ass down to Nishis.
  12. Steer clear of the store though, 'cause it's about to be robbed,
  13. Get a frenzy started, people looting and getting mobbed.
  14. Making my way home with a bag full of dough,
  15. Chris Angel got nothing on me, I turned it into dro.
  16. Blaze the endo, man, and roll another blunt,
  17. I need to elevate my high or my mind will get stuck.
  18. If I think hard enough, Ill get some wicked shit,
  19. You’re lucky I ain't stabbed your trachea with a toothpick.
  20. I'm letting y’all know, I’m doing this ’til I retire,
  21. Lighting up my blunts off the home I set on fire.
  22.  
  23. [Hook x2]
  24.  
  25. (Verse 2)
  26. This is that new shit, man, coming straight from the deep,
  27. You need to open up your mind, let the sickness keep.
  28. Hear my cursed words and the venom that I speak,
  29. And then you'll know why I'm labeled as a running hatchet freak.
  30. This here is the Axe effect, and no it’s not the spray,
  31. Better watch your mouth, homie, you'll get beat down for what you say.
  32. I'll open up wide and consume your soul,
  33. 'Cause the thirst for your blood has taken control.
  34. It's worse than nicotine —the hunger need to be quenched,
  35. Tear me apart a victim, and get my clothes blood drenched.
  36. I’m sick, I’m twisted, mentally deranged,
  37. Certified by ALL the doctors —legally insane.
  38. All the microwaves and airwaves be messing my brain,
  39. No amount of Tylenol can ease my fuckin’ pain.
  40. As I take my last hit off this fuckin' herb,
  41. I raise my hands to the sky and say my last words.
  42. I grip my axe, took one swing —my head went flop —
  43. Not another sound was heard after that last chop.
  44. But thanks to my preacha, I got what I need,
  45. Just so I could finish this track, I had to blaze some weed,
  46. And thanks to Twinn for holding down the show
  47. Now I can bring an end to this crazy ass flow, yo!

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