Artist:  Twista
Song Title:  Overdose
Album Title:  Adrenaline Rush
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S**t, n****z got me higher than a motherf**ker off up in here, man
Damn, the f**k y'all get this weed from?
Motherf**ker overdose or some s**t off this s**t, god damn
Check this s**t out though..

Now p***y player haters say that I'm too raw with it
but y'all thinkin cause I be talkin s**t
them hoes say that n**** cold as hell
F**k what the punks are talkin bout
I wanna get up with that big ballin b****
plus n****z feelin what I'm on as well
Blunts got my mind in the zone
The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pel's
True to the shine on his bone
Somebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rims
If it's me hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Hoe thinkin I'm in love with her
cause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologne
So I left her on the line with the tone
Got up with this other b****
Brought no weed cause she firin up her own
So hurry with the Phillie b****, I'm really sick
off of some illy s**t
Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split
and fill it with the killer s**t so I can really trip
It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips
and mac-10's, I lit the bead from the back end
Straight to the chest and it got me sprung
My lungs started collapsing - s**t n**** what's happenin?
The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action
Duck and swang on either upper thang
Try to be tougher, bang, scuff and hang
Suffer pain, left deranged then youse a bogus m'uhf**ker mayn
System be struck a vein, I'm too strange
for m'uhf**kers to compete with
I'm on some infrared heat s**t
with a deep clique, what I eat sleep s**t
Well if it's a freak b****, she can suck a sweet d***
til she's seasick; blockin n****s out like an eclipse
When smokin them devils put your hands together
like you know the host
Cause ain't no n**** that can resist the words from the Twist'
Leavin n****s comatose from my overdose

[Chorus: Twista]

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
Me overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang
Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees
and snatchin fees now that I'm up in this game
I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
Me overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang
Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees
N****s rollin me beads just so they can hang

Can you figure out the cause and effect?
N****s comin on your set
Thugs comin out they drawers with a tec
Victim bleedin from the neck
Shirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threats
Lookin for the one who called for the deck
Now they airin out the hall in the spot
Hitting stomachs leavin n****s pinched up
Bodies balled in a knot
Bullet holes in the wall from a glock
Searchin for the one who called in the shots
Hypes crawlin for rocks
Goin all in the socks of the recently deceased
from what was released
From the chrome beast to the dome piece
Visions in my mind bein increased by inner beef
with some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf
I'm snappin hard enough to make a n**** try to check his own chief
Violate him but can't annihilate him
Pickin up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep
Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him
Nerves still jumpin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m'uhf**ker
Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers
Murdered the bud lovers makin sure every one of you hoe studs suck us
And I bulls**t you not if it was full clips, two glocks
you would still die or you'll get too hot
Cause when my fuel kick you'll drop
Hypes is trickin on you
Tell me where he at b**** and you'll get two rocks
(Okay!) Cause when my tool click you'll pop
Can't this hype n**** stop s**t, I'm hazardous
Makin musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath
Yet disasterous, smokin on halves and hash, f**k if it's cancerous
Bust a** to the beat cause I mastered this
It's hard to breathe, I'm bustin like an A-bomb
cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold s**t up my sleeve
It's hard to stay calm thinkin about the b****es that I'm fin' to bone
Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal blows
that's damagin, flows that's callous and we're leavin
thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickin
I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlin
Now it's possible m'uhf**kers could start vanishin
F**k the Anacin I be toking plenty and stankin from stress
and flowin over notes; them studs thinkin they can get close
I know I got you trippin off the s**t
a n**** said off a overdose


C'mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with parties
that's full of b****es where they let me rub titties
Be able to pack a snub with me; in case we get in some static
and gotta start leakin blood from stud skinnies
So don't ask if it's the bud in me; because for some reason
I smoke on some weed and get too wicked and raw
It can't be nickel or soft the way it's chokin me
potency'll have me rockin mics
and givin your b**** d*** in the jaw, I'm hookin the law
You're lookin in awe, took what you saw
Got the B's pen and pad out the bottom drawer
Then got to bitin and formulatin some s**t you called your own
but take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw
To put it simple you ain't cold enough
Trippin out like you can't control the stuff
Lackin rhythm like you known to bust
In a different zone from us
You n****s need to sit the f**k down
get a swisher and roll this up
If you think I'm speakin too bold, whassup?
I ain't even on no hoe s**t; plus the mob is so thick
I'm the type of n**** you should wanna get up close to
and take a smoke with
If there's static then check yo' clique; my mind is so sick
I be tweakin with speakin releasin energy to show I know the ropes
Cause when it comes to this rap s**t
n****s will choke til I'm ghost
while I breath reefer smoke from my overdose
Try to put me to the test, gimme some buddha bless
I'll show you who the best
Release the vocal trilogy..

[Traxter] Aight T god damn slow it up mayn!
M'uhf**kers done felt you mayn! We can go to the next s**t
[Twista] God damn man you stoppin muh'f**kers and s**t
Man I'm tryin to get my zone on
Let n****z hear what the f**k I'm doin man
[Traxter] I mean you done zoned man, let's go to the next cut baby
[Twista] Man, f**k that s**t