Letras:
Twisted Metal 4 Other

Dead I am the one, exterminating son Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze. Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry. As they slowly turn,

is on my wrist, 20 karats on my neck While you'll sliding in that little bit of O6 vet I'm waiting on the runway for my G4 jet I'm ahead of the thing

't get it twisted Richey rich so gutta Yous a mommas boy im the son of a hustla [chorus] [verse 2] You se me im so fly and im different from them other

my earlobes, chick! BBS on my wrist, twenty karats on my neck While y'all slidin' in the lil' bitty 06 'Vette I'm waitin' on the runway for my G4 Jet

Don't get it twisted Richey rich so gutta Yous a mommas boy im the son of a hustla [chorus] [verse 2] You se me im so fly and im different from them other

It Twisted Richy Rich So GuttaYous A Momas Boy Im The Son Of A Hustla[Chorus][Verse 2:]You Se Me Im So Fly And Im Different From Them Other BrothersOnly

my earlobes, chick! BBS on my wrist, twenty karats on my neck While y'all slidin' in the lil' bitty 06 'Vette I'm waitin' on the runway for my G4 Jet