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Twisted Method
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The End
Fuck you
Three, two, one your time is up Shit out of luck, too fucked up to think to duck Well, you're looking for me? Well, I'm hunting for you I'm ready to handle some business I'm attending to (Oh Oh) Are you ready for this shit? (Oh Oh) You better ball up your fist bitch I'ma show you what I'm all about - Ride out And do it how we do it in the south so watch out
I've got this disease So stay away from me Fed up with all the mistakes that you made Not sure how much more of this I can take I know that I'm through with you You say fuck me? Well I say fuck you too
Heart beating faster then a motherfucker I blackout when we're about to kill each other Served or be served I dont give a fuck I'm not afraid to take a beating your the first to get stuck (Oh Oh) Are you ready for this shit? (Oh Oh) You better ball up your fist bitch Don't believe me? I swear to God, fucking try me And I'll be the first to show you what you get, little bitch
I've got this disease Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So stay away from me Fed up with all the mistakes that you made Not sure how much more of this I can take I know that I'm through with you You say fuck me? Well I say fuck you too
You want a fucking piece of me? You want a fucking piece of me? You want a fucking piece of me? You want a fucking piece of me?
Fed up with all the mistakes that you made Not sure how much more of this I can take I know that I'm through with you You say fuck me? Well I say fuck you too
Fed up with all the mistakes that you made Not sure how much more of this I can take I know that I'm through with you You say fuck me? Well I say fuck you too
You want a fucking piece of me? You want a fucking piece of me?
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