Twista, I see you You know what it is C-Lance, Bars of Death Motherfuckers wanna hate on me 'Cause they know that I stay on my J-O-B I guess that's life like "c'est la vie" Got your girl on my dick, she a H-O-E I'ma run this shit till my ankles bleed Twistin' [gunshot] my straight OG Then pull up at the spot with the thang on me I'ma chain all frees, heard they want beef In a "Hard Knock Life" like H-O-V I'ma stand on that till I break my knees Somewhere out in Philly eatin' steak and cheese Not OVO but the Drake's on me So anybody thinkin' they as nice as us Better speak up now, your vagina's tucked I been through it all, through the minor bumps And now that I got a bus I'ma light you up We'll put the beef on the kaiser bun When the outlet [?] hits, I'm the plug A lot of y'all dudes are disguised as thugs Till I'm robbin' hoods like Friar Tuck Fall back but I'm simply dangerous Warfare, all I bring is anguish Twist pistols, aim, then I hit your face And split your brains if you disobey this Instantaneous, and your limbs get ripped off For try'na swim with gators I'm sick and this shit's contageous If I was you I'd keep a distance maybe I don't think you want any part of this (no no) Pull up with a mask like Anonymous (oh no) Like someone saw me we got a problem, bitch (no no) The boy been a beast since the condom ripped (so gross) Fill 'em with a rocket when I gotta bust Comin' from the bottom was a lot of us Now they fuckin' with it when the bottom up Popular 'cause I don't wanna be anonymous I don't wanna be another lookin' outta luck I don't wanna be another body for the murder Not a victim in the middle of the night and when a Motherfucker get up in the party with a burner I just wanna be a nigga better with the etiquette And kill 'em when I hit 'em with the rhetoric Comin' with the vitamin and the mineral of the music Melody can be a medicine Feel the rhythm of the veteran, I'm better than Whoever you put in front of me, I don't wanna brag I'm just comin' with the confidence So when you really look into it you can see I want a bag Hit 'em with the dialect of a speaker with intellect And I don't wanna dumb it, down But I gotta make, sure they Under-stand it, when I, run it, down Spit a-bout a, hunnid, rounds When I, do a, style I'ma leave 'em without a body, without a way to live All you, do is, drown In a room full of sound Make you move with the dose With a groove to the head And a tune to the throat Feel the doom from the notes Flow so sharp that it scarred your breath Verses of Torture, Lyrics of Fury, Bars of Death I don't think you want any part of this (no no) Pull up with a mask like Anonymous (oh no) Like someone saw me we got a problem, bitch (no no) The boy been a beast since the condom ripped (so gross) I don't think you want any part of this (no no) Pull up with a mask like Anonymous (oh no) Like someone saw me we got a problem, bitch (no no) The boy been a beast since the condom ripped (so gross)