Know Good Twiztid

Bump this shit, bump this shit, tell me what you know good
Bump this shit, bump this shit
Two years ago a friend of mine
Named Jamie Madrox write these rhymes
And when I wrote them rhymes this is what I said
Die motherfucker die we rock the dead
I spit blood cause I love that shit
Quick to just straight up cum on your bitch
Don't mean mug or expect to die
Now put your motherfuckin' bag of weed in the sky

I put my pen to the paper like they're in love
Perform anywhere and nowhere for a pound of bud
I just like the feelin' of a microphone in my hand
I'm on a mission to turn two dollars to two hundred grand
We been rhymin' like some poets since we was young
Didn't make a lot of money just rapped for fun
Now we got a little somethin' but it's not enough
And we ain't stoppin' baby we just started warmin' up

You don't wanna see me and my b-boy stance
Whoever spat on my shit can watch your whole world wing it
I make 'em say ho, I make 'em say ho
I make 'em say hold up, tell me what you know good
You don't wanna see me and my b-boy stance
Everybody's hypnotised as if they in a trance
I make 'em say ho, I make 'em say ho
I make 'em say hold up, tell me what you know good