Return

[Dreadlock Rasta]

[Verse 1: Twista]

It's the return of the rattatatat

With the fatta' backpack full of raps for

Backtracks plus that gat that I carry like a cellular

Then they can tell you that

Babyface bandit don't play and I 'fore they say [?]

Done Daddy

Wit more Beef than a patty from some suckers

That tend to diss the Twista, to hell with dem dumb {fuckers}

Respect the way I kicks 'em, I'm rippin' vics up

Bloody spits up, and never gets up

When I speed, nah clicks up

Rips up with grammar when I damage ya like Jeru

I'm torchering sucker punks, on backtracks I see Dres do

Hit 'em with lyrical dropkicks, poke eyes with chopsticks

Flyin' more MCs heads than cockpits

With criminal topics, as soon as the Glock spits I drop vics

Quick to commit a murder

My grandma [?] told me to let my fat flow hurt ah

Sucka that think he's phatta, ya got ta, smack that

Fool, it's the return of the rattatatat