This is a song about "A twisted fantasy"

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

I was like a talking head but i had a twisted neck,

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Got a twisted plan for a twisted man with no attention span

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Was it a blur of memoires combine by fantasy

Im so twisted, its like i sustain a strain/

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Still my mind was twisted like a bonsai,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

The rest of ya'll live inside a delusional fantasy

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,