Представляем точный текст композиции "Bussyoheadopen" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Twiztid . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Bussyoheadopen» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Twiztid передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Twiztid - "Bussyoheadopen"
Lyrics to Bussyoheadopen : (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie) [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] E town with it, turn to the back With that east side repping ready for the attack Checking all the tires, all white and black With the black Twiztid embroidered on the back Guess whos back, yep, its the tray side And we put it down for life and ready to ride Madrox and Monoxide, you aint heard Got people who were all anticipating our return With everywhere you look, it aint looking good not at all And everybody looking is waiting for you to fall Now we design and dominate thats just mans natural instinct And put it on the line like reputations and pink slips We got the music, let it do what it do And this stress carrying the world, we gonna carry that too We gonna bury them fools and the rest in a cloak At night we gonna strike like black parasites [Chorus: x2] Now dont yall, not for one second Think I wont just BUST YO HEAD OPEN Give me a reason to leave you breathing Thats a point blank message to all the non-believers [Verse 2: Monoxide Child] O six Caddy, brand new daddy Twenty eight grams in twenty little baggies Got a little something in the back of my jacket Cause Im always getting threats they wanting to kidnap me Flames still burning and the hatreds back I got the chainsaw revving and bloodstains to match I got you nervous like a reverend who got caught in the act And you react like you did when he got whacked with the ax Underestimated and medicated Im only handed this psycho game from the people who never made it Ill be dead if I bow out now Jack I represent a portion of people who on the real they wont allow that They got us tatted on their neck, breast, chest and head And undress the dead, enough said We got a mark on your planet earth You got a rack full of bootlegged shirts, the truth hurts [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Youve awoke the sleeping giant, all this psycho lying Your sawed off blasts leave all your mamas crying At the wake, ready to bake everybody in the front row My aim is to put your relatives in a hole Laying next to you stretched out in one big plot The blood clots all over your head like polka dots No gun shots I did it all with my Louisville slugger Another notch added every time I beat a mother fucker Stomp a mother fucker, drag they bodies in their back yards Chop heads and hands off of the corpse The identity, I aint trying to see no time Its on, I scatter ashes where the sun dont shine And I do dirt with only close people of mine Cause they real while you phony snitches out there dropping dimes So give me one reason to get me to squeezing on another And Im a haul out and start cracking mother fuckers [Chorus] [ Bussyoheadopen Lyrics ]
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