Lyrics:
stolen, twin did it
Tension that arrest the son, feelin' stressed and alone
Check how my intellect flex and intersect your dome
Snatch his composure
The seventies were such a win, singing the Led Zeppelin
Lizzy lookin' mighty thin, the Thompson's had another twin
I thought I won the lottery, the numbers
Bundy
Ass real soft and she go by lovely
She eat the meat, her twin's Jeffrey Dahmer
Fuckin with me her pussy I slaughter
Hold on, don't go by him, I'm
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
Ye (back with Ye)
Ayy, twin (that's my twin), that's my twin (that's my twin)
GLE (GLE), matchin' Benz (matchin' Benz)
And my tint (and my tint),
could've killed someone!
Pulled the dogs back real hard by the collar
It's time for you to pay your damages dollar by dollar!
Tessa and Julie are losers
on the souls of my deceased wife and child, I'll be back!
KK: Fortissimis hostium raperent eum in profundis inferni
Peter Thompson: Your efforts are futile old
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
Imma shoot my shot like I'm Klay Thompson
Once they start going in they aint stoppin
I don't give a fuck if I'm not in your top ten
Hate up on my
twin)
Please come in, what was your name again?
Hi, f-ggot
Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
Two rabbits, a koala
Eminem?
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
Please come in, what was your name again?
Hi, faggot
Look who's back with
flame
Call me by your name love
Call into the night
We can hear the same thoughts
Running through my mind
Why we always stay up
Late when we
a good mood when a nigga down
My nigga Dame you know we gang you the realist in your town
My nigga Damien will got my back if i slide to Chicago you will
more heroes
And all of you zero's
We killing these clowns
We'll enter your town
You talk about us?
Then we'll gun yah down
I got a evil twin!
I got
the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it's the bad twins
It's the Bad Twins
And they 'bout to play your area
Meant to come correct
to bed early
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins]
[Verse 3: Kaine, (D-Roc)]
Nigga fuck it, quit it before you get put on your back with a pistol - down
on your
the chance is fat and the pickens are slim
I’m still comfortable in my skin
See I’m just ridin’ ‘round with some twins
Ask your girl I’m getting that trim
They
Paula, Paula Thompson,
nee Paula Wright
Look at her hair, it's still gorgeous even now
Flowing like the Waimahanga River,
Which incidentally, is to your
on my hip, that's back to back like Thompson twins
I done lost so many brothers, what the fuck, I ain't got no kins
Matter of fact, I do got kins, that be
no
I think I'm in love with a ghost
Casey Thompson is just a girl that I don't know
Ooh no no no I think I'm in love with a ghost
Casey Thompson is
of dude
What, yo, what, yo, that's my twin, that's my twin, that's my twin, aye
Love my twin, love my twin, love my twin, gang
You can't win, you can't win
to bed early
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins]
[Verse 3: Kaine, (D-Roc)]
Nigga fuck it, quit it before you get put on your back with a pistol - down
on your
to bed early
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins]
[Verse 3: Kaine, (D-Roc)]
Nigga fuck it, quit it before you get put on your back with a pistol - down
on your
What? She like to vibe with the members
Tryna line us, on bro, I'ma end her
Get back gang like, glah, glah
Drive-by ootin' from deep
Pole jam up, he get
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