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Peak #126
Peak in subgenre #65
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Music Copyrghted, AllRounda Productions
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August 21, 2011
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:03
Story behind the song
Wrote this a long time ago. It doesn't reflect on my present state of mind , just thought I play around with it when I heard this beat
Lyrics
( This is what I have written down but may not be exact )
Homicide & suicide cant compare 2 me
Cus Ive got mutha f*** in’ Tyicidal tendencies
So tell me if u can tell just what the hell is wrong with my mind
The sick psychotic twisted ass Ty
I’m about 2 take u on 1 disturbing ass ride
So fasten up your seatbelt b*** & keep your ass inside
Oh sh** yo now here we go gas peddle to the floor
No fukin brakes & where we’re goin 2 I don’t even know
But 1 thing is for dam sure
When we get there best believe that I’m gonna settle the score
So I’m goin 4 mine mutha fukers then im goin 4 more
& if your messin with me whore then ill be goin 4 yours
So when you see comin you better run or you’ll get knocked down
The name is Ty I run mutha fukin block now
Chumps know that u don’t want an ounce of this
& punks know that u cant even try to bounce with this
Cus I hit the street & now im takin over
So if u think u can little man come & fuk with a soldier
cus I done told ya, I don’t give a sh**
Got something 4 yur ass that u should come & get ,
What ,u think I’m scared of you man, hell no I’m daring you man
Step up & get bucked up & ill fuk up a pair of you man
I hit the road 3 bricks shy of a load
Like an atomic time bomb tickin down & I’m about 2 explode
My own mother even says that im off of the hook
With more mental illnesses than they got in the book
Yeah I got a lot of sh** locked up n my head
I’ll probably be a problem until the day I’m dead
Cus when the sane train came down the track you know I missed it
Now im stuck livin life fuked up & twisted
Homicide
Homicide & suicide cant compare 2 me
Cus Ive got mutha f*** in’ Tyicidal tendencies
So tell me if u can tell just what the hell is wrong with my mind
The sick psychotic twisted ass Ty
Maybe the reason that I’m twisted & my mind is so wild
Is cus the way that I was treated when I was a child
All I wanted was a family like the rest of the kids
Then maybe I wouldn’t have done sum of the dumb sh** that I did
So Lord tell me why cuz I gotta know
Why I had to be conceived by a dumb f*** in hoe
Why couldn’t I be born son of a king , queen or a prince
Why’d I have 2 be born a bastard ass son of a b***
What did I do that was so damb wrong
That I had to suffer for it for so damb long
Why’s everyone so quick to judge me & the way that I live
You really think that there’s a little bitty piece of sh** that I give
About you or the bull sh** that you gotta say
About me cuz yur the assholes that make me this way
So why don’t you just go away & leave me alone
Before I get ghansta on ya like my name was capone
Just tryin to get in where I fit in , in this life of sin
You might see where im standin now, but you don’t know where iv’e been
Homicide & suicide cant compare 2 me
Cus Ive got mutha f*** in’ Tyicidal tendencies
So tell me if u can tell just what the hell is wrong with my mind
The sick psychotic twisted ass Ty
Woke up this morning screamin murder, murder
Sum of the sickest f*** ing thoughts in my head that you ever heard of
Their so sick I can’t even comprehend it
When I die they’ll probably take my brain & send it
To some mad ass scientist laboratory
To see what makes me tick
But that’s another day, that’s another story
First let me tell you all about Jeckle & Hyde
Two opposing personalities that tried to collide with Ty
So cut the doctor to death & now the doctors dead
Then put the H & K 45 tactical to Hyde’s head
Pulled the trigger, blew his brains out
& I love to see the blood across the floor as it drains out
I like to see him struggle, as he’s gaspin for his last breath
To see his body twitch around as he’s about to pass death
Told you not to f*** with me cus I’m the best when
It comes to murder, I’ll gut you & hang you with your own intestines
But save that sh** for later, I don’t want you dead yet
First I’m gonna pull your teeth cus you ain’t
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