Twiztid feat. Master P Feel Me Lyrics

Toxic Terror Track Listing
  • 1 Toxic Terror
  • 2 The Sickness
  • 3 Wile Out
  • 4 If They Don’t Come for Me
  • 5 Sex, Drugs, Money & Murder (version 2)
  • 6 So Addictive (original version)
  • 7 Feel Me
  • [Intro]
    Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me
    All ending up to get the people to feel me
    Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me
    All ending up to get the people to feel me

    Now, I'm a product of chalklines and false lies
    Broken apart by many tries of my own life
    Just sit and think with a pen in my hand is dangerous
    And I'm tasteless most times freak shows bang this
    You can tell it by the way that I walk
    I'm a lot different than most of the cats that you come across
    I'm in lock with it, keeping it safer than rum spell
    The underground is my haven, but please nobody tell
    Now trendsetters and mens' sweaters my bandana
    To change whether you like me or not, never
    I'm in the background sneaking up behind you
    Get you while you're working and put 6 up in your drive through
    Giving these killers a little something to ride to
    Reppers hittin people that only come out at night, you
    Start repenting the second I start repping
    Catch him sneaking out the back and hit him with his own weapon

    [Hook x2: Madrox & Monoxide]
    It's a dirty game, but do you want to play with me?
    (Do you want to play with me?)
    I'mma do anything to get them all to see
    (Open up your eyes world)

    [Jamie Madrox]
    Your daddy don't care and your momma blames everything wrong
    With the world on drugs and rock n' roll
    She seen it on a talk show
    Cause if anybody know I'm sure its Tyra Banks and your kin folk
    Man your such a fuck up, I almost believed them all
    Had my own personal battles with drugs and alcohol, I'm clean and sober
    I'm dirty and shit, decent in the cesspools, young broke and ignorant
    Wicked we kick it with horns in the form of a million hands
    Sick as we spit it crawling from alleyways and garbage cans
    This ain't the repo-man, the original 2nd hand
    Attack what I want and then market it contraband


    [Verse 3: The R.O.C.]
    Our souls will split into three Horcruxes
    Placed around this earth to lead this order into somethin'
    That this planet earth would feel y'all beyond that
    We’re so far stretched that the Hubble telescope can’t see, attack!
    We the fin-backs of rap, keep this shit alive
    Hit the screens run in terror y'all cause you'll all die
    We ain't lying this rap shit ain't nothing to us
    Compare the rest of how much weed twiztid tokes up on the bus
    Flat line, it's our time, this shit is like steel
    Y'all dudes faces is more screwed up than seals
    Y'all gotta let us in, we on that rainbow six shit
    Ghost like recon, set the target, be the target, boom gone
    It's just a marathon, I drive a palm running down competitors
    Let up to take another drink so hurry up
    Its to much poise get out the way avoid
    I don't play that noise, I stick like tape boy


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