Twisted

[Intro: Tech N9ne & Roger Troutman]

Sit back, listen to Tech N9ne

I don't know, it's just some shit I wrote, you know what I'm sayin'? (You know you twisted, mentally insane)

Uh, I really don't know what I'm saying

Shit, it's the first thing that came to my head (Twisted)

Man, it's crazy shit that I can't really explain

And it goes like this

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

I gets, mo' trips than a little bit

I smoked, mo' dips than a little bit

I'm not that regular, when stepping, I can't wait 'til I can fly

Away from my competitor, yah, Satana can die

My psychosis hopeless, focus, notice

My metamorphosis, folks is broke and jokeless

Picture me in a syringe inserted in an overexerted felon

Antidote having 'em runnin' eternally across the hell and

Dwamn, losin' my sanity livin' up in Les Miserables

Fuck bitter broads, this shit is gonna have us stacking if there is a God

I'ma take the X away from generation, place it at the end of S.E

For the duration upon the level

Tell the devil to what? Skip a human

I'ma tell him, "Behold pale horses like us"

Shame on a nigga when he feelin'

Hella down for a '99 killin'

Ain't giving a fuck I'm putting Nair in your leave in hair conditioner

Now you Hari Krishna

To my listeners: In this rhyme you will find

Psychotic scriptures saying it's somethin' disrupting my mind

[Bridge: Roger Troutman]

Tech N9ne your mind is fine

There's just not anyone like you

The whole wide world don't matter no

They can't flow like you

I must make you understand

[Chorus: Roger Troutman & Tech N9ne]

My thoughts are twisted (So mixed up)

My thoughts are twisted (So mixed up)

My thoughts are twisted (So mixed up)

But I get mixed up (So mixed up)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

(Check it out)

A, I'm lifted, B, I'm twisted

C, I'm sick and sadistic, A, B and C

Something's I do I just can't stand

Up in my bathroom I sex six women

Mentally, just me and me-

Me and my faithful right hand man

Tie up a Muslim and shoot him with liquid pork on Ramadan

With force, I'll make a Christian read their kids The Necronomicon on Christmas

Don't trip on this lyrical syphilis

I flip this so the yonks will catch vapors like mentho-lyptus

I'll feed a dominatrix patient pain pills

Give Wu haters permanent fang grills

Trick the artist formerly known and give him the same slave deal

I'll lift a couple of Dr. Dre's reels

Sell em' to Snoop and No Limit Soldiers just so I can see how paid feels

Hazy Shade of decayed hookers with grave shields

Where AIDS fills the carcass

Bet a milli on it Tecca N9na be the darkest

Heartless, I spark from the gut

So what the fuck?

I'm trying to contain the insane, but what?

[Chorus: Roger Troutman & Tech N9ne]

But I get mixed up (So mixed up)

My thoughts are twisted (So mixed up)

My thoughts are twisted (So mixed up)

My thoughts are twisted (So mixed up)

But I get mixed up (So mixed up)

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

Welcome to my asylum, it's hectic, they call me dyslexic

Rogue infested, more vicious than Cujo

Fraudulent tested, the punks arrested got the neck slit exit

I'm twisted, I know Hollywood backwards says "doowylloh"

Force feed me a sumo for about nine weeks playing Club Nuevo 'til he's blue, though

Then stuff him in the front seat of a Yugo

Body filled with beef and toaster strudel

Let up the break and watch him race to the intersection; now he's through, though - ya estuvo

I slide with a gang of twisted individuals

Somebody better be looking for the criminal tendencies

Never will they get us in the penitentiaries, killa

Millimeter nine rip vinyl, I know

Mix flow like Korean Albino

Wino once breeded an elephant with a rhino

Called it "The Helifino"

Throw Chucky Manson off in a pit of militant Jews banging hella opera

The real meaning of Helter Skelter is when they skin that forehead swastika (Yeah)

Am I twisted? Am I twisted?

I'm twisted, better keep your distance

Mama gotta call the psychiatrics for mental assistance, yeah

[Bridge: Roger Troutman]

Tech N9ne your mind is fine

There's just not anyone like you

The whole wide world don't matter no

They can't flow like you

I must make you understand

[Chorus: Roger Troutman & Tech N9ne]

My thoughts are twisted (So mixed up)

My thoughts are twisted (So mixed up)

My thoughts are twisted (So mixed up)

But I get mixed up (So mixed up)