Ripping right through me from the start You make me go crazy all night long I need you so bad, I know it's gotta be wrong You get on my nerves, you
from the kitchen Twisted nerve (Chorus) The human heart tears her apart But she'll always be out there waiting Twisted nerve, twisted nerve, twisted nerve, twisted nerve
for feelings Go to the window, what do I see? Go to the window, the killer is me It's me It's me Twist and turn, twist and turn, twist and turn
shoulders in the industry with nerds and clowns Give it to whoever deserve the rounds Hollow tips, move organs and nerves around Get money, fuck riffin' I'm definitely cut different, I twist
shinin' Engineers in the studio see me rhymin' Don't get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit Twist
mind sensually Every nerve becoming it's own individual entity With its own lusts, it's own needs to serve Longing for the love of all the other nerves
nightmare comes to life) Dragged ya down below Down to the devil's show To be his guest forever Peace of mind is less than never Hate to twist your
And for all you head beaters The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters While Mamasitas carry real heaters I rock the Dooby And L rocks the Nubian twists
know what you heard Thai-da-da-da done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it and niggaz is served and a fifth of burb It'll switch your nerves and I'll
maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister
're doin' your piece work too fast" "Now you get off your mustang, Sally You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere" I layed back, I get my nerve
, ya can't sleep Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat My mind is my Glock, keep my third eye cocked Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves
's gone You drive me insane With your fake smiles When you call my name I know you feel blame You drive me insane You twist me Then you crushed me With
what she had in store She's the queen of the 21st century Just a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should be Analog heart, analog nerves
you need, girl. [Mike Jones] Baby girl, I know you tired of that mess You're man giving you stress put that cigarrete down let me put your nerves
right off the bat Octavia, a.k.a. the neighbor-hood-rat I used to run up in her but I had to play broke cause the bitch was known to twist mo' than hundred
is think of you I feel like I am being used yeh yeh Well you bruise me and you batter me and you make me feel the twist I try to convince myself that
Wallace I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics My freshman year I was goin' through hella problems 'Til I built up the nerve