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Twiztid Cryptic Collection 3

"Why does my family always have to fuck up everything I have goin? Are they jealous? Is it because...(can't understand anymore)" Demons and ghosts from

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah Some call me the gangster of love Some people call him Paulie Cause I speak of the pompitous of love People

, no more tricks up my sleeve What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch Why you talkin shit? Better duck bitch. Before your dome get hit. This shit is Twiztid

my gun to the cheek now they dead. blood stains streak where they were standin they body slayin section pick them up and put them in my collection. don

robbery, if I'm runnin from the cops my homies'll hide me Now we back in the game people shakin like a leaf still holdin it down with 3 fingers for the

Psychopathic family baby! Its goin down! Cryptic Collection! Twiztid baby! ?? In this motha lova Karate chopping mothafuckas like (Kiyah) Lord of the

That's my family Criminals and wierdos Outcasts and freakshows And members of the carnival That's my family Wicked clowns and dead folks And lyrical assassins

Ya hear that. We off the train tracks homeboy outta control, me and madrox rockin bitch, slappin the world. I say some shit to make the crows crow quick

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah Some call me the gangster of love Some people call him Paulie Cause I speak of the pompitous of love People