Twista - Animosity Kills

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[Verse 1: Twista]

My mental complex can get as lethal as bomb threats
When I put together patterns an concepts
MC’s evacuate when I activate raps
A fake brain masturbates to ejaculate shit that decapitates
Niggers backs will break when I captivate
I’m strapped with hate when I’m at the plate
To fly mother fuckers heads over the gate
Beat MC’s at ease in the breeze, freeze em at 3 degrees
Flow to ya Ts, Niggas don’t got the key to these. (ease)
Over the shit that I’m bussin, discussin, us
And verbal dust that I’m crushin, guts and nuts
And leavin niggas disgustin
When I’m thrustin like rockets I pull eyes out sockets
Put a clip to my lip, cock it, for punks without a pocket
Top it, I’m to hyped to stop it, your to microscopic
I dwell in the chamber like toxic
On pointers if a sniper pops it, rhythms get otic
Are you ready for emergency surgery, verbally
For accusing me of flow burglary (Third degree)
Hotter than red devil niggas get burnt
Ruin the motha fuckas blessings until a lessons learned
You earned, the right to lose teeth if beef wasn’t still
(can it possibly build?) I don’t know but animosity kills

[Hook]
On stages and on cyphers, how many rappers are remaining?
(so ill)
Take em down, Uh
(animosity kills)
And berettas tormentin, fuck representin, we campaignin
(so ill)
Take em down, Uh
(agony kills)
Before the conflict, make sure you know just what your gainin
(so ill)
Take em down, Uh
(animosity kills)
Speed knots bomb shit, strait leavin competitors hangin
(so ill)
Take em down, Uh
(agony kills)

[Verse 2: Twista]

It’s your funeral, so order some flowers from the florist
I’m turnin the hardest chumps into bigger gumps than forest
You can’t ignore this, vocals get omnivorous, catch rigor mortis
The trigger for this is the chorus, my guns are cordless (oris)
My strategy’s agony, make a scar that’ll be tragedy
The majesty leaves niggas dead as car batteries (them raggedy)
Rappers get ripped when the mic marauder chokes
Sneak in tomorrows hope, but death is in your horoscope
(when my horror scopes) pages travel space ages, stages
I work em wise, when hype is on microphones I circumcise
(then hurt them thighs) over bitches physical composition
Competition gets dismissed, I’ve listed his opposition
My missions position is dissing
Take a hit of this rather hit or miss
I still could split a wrist like a clitoris (cuz I injure this)
I beat just to make agony bleed out at me
Lost all my doubters, so if I’m in your path nigga reroute it
How did, happen to my crew is whats said when I scare a staff
I tare in half mother fuckas with every paragraph
Sit there in laugh, cuz you can better whack
As tragedy builds
Animosity and agony kills

[Verse 3: Twista]
(I) Slay rappers of simplicity, it ain’t shit to me
Get with me, I take the victory, you must not know my history
Sniff a’ cent of the magnificent, I done killed niggas in battles
Then when they come back with seconds I’m on some different shit
My prototype shows that I explode like Dolemite when I hold the mic
Niggas that test might as well throw the fight, my flows that strike
Range from passionate to blastin it with yo ass in it
On the stage is where I let your casket sit, fast as shit
Commin through like a plow, I punch out devour
Testin me, is worse than hiding from Norman Bates in the shower
Horror y’all, Causing a fuckin bloody waterfall
Only way I see competition is if you brought a ball
I slaughter all, pull your crew members just on a call
Plus admission but if you keep distant we just gotta brawl
(so what’s the call?)
If you let animosity build, tragedy will
And through the feet is when agony kills