Turn It Up - Twiztid, Lex The Hex Master, Bonez Dubb

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that’s your dream

'cause I’m unplugged and I might bleed, just

Sometimes I just can’t hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running bulls eye,

gotta get outta sight for your eye

Gotta be down 'fore we die, we die

I just came here to turn it up.

up.

up

Turn it up.

up.

up

Hypnotize, otherwise

Haters see through telephone wires

Stay focused I bet a 50 cannibal on that desert eagle

Keep it all old school like a regal

Often times, let it bend

Bitches on the sidewalk watching as that dick gets pinned

Hit the switch, ride slow, drop it til it’s parking flames

Gangstas doing gangsta thangs, fuck you and that sitch you claim

All your bitches really lame, talking shit never walking shit

Lonely clip, had no grip, rep my hood and never quit

Oh my goodness, all that goodness,

East side, left brain left no order

5, 8 deep is triple threat

Wanna see somebody get wet, somebody get snapped

But go away, didn’t i say but go away

Very deep that’s where it stays

Bitch I told you never play

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that’s your dream

'cause I’m unplugged and I might bleed, just

Sometimes I just can’t hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running bulls eye,

gotta get outta sight for your eye

Gotta be down 'fore we die, we die

I just came here to turn it up.

up.

up

Turn it up.

up.

up

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fire-breathing, dropping ether diarrhea

when I let it spray, eating through your speakers

My procedure is to devastate

Fever when I’m reaching for that heater make you levitate

Reaper with the cleaver, smoking reefer when I meditate

And when I kick is a sickness, got ya’ll addicted to wicked shit

Leave your scene with no witnesses

Witness power ridiculous

Skip the vowel for wickedness

Just like hours of fitness

Screaming louder than bitches

but taking part of that fisting

I know this sound is amazing

I chase 'em quiet like Jason before devouring

their faces with rusty knives and dirty razors

Embracing my craziness, crazy gone when I’m faded

This can’t look good for you haters

who wanna start spar with the fuckin' greatest

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that’s your dream

'cause I’m unplugged and I might bleed, just

Sometimes I just can’t hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running bulls eye,

gotta get outta sight for your eye

Gotta be down 'fore we die, we die

I just came here to turn it up.

up.

up

Turn it up.

up.

up

This shit is banging, I’m turning it up

Turning it up

I’m turning it up

You fucking with me and you run into luck

run into luck

You run into luck

I got your neck and I’m making the cut

Filling the cup with that mother fuckin' blood

Sipping it tender like Yves Saint Laurent

No giving wave when taking a chug and i’m done

There ain’t no fuckin' thing, that you gon' try to do

Cause one mother fucker wanna talk that shit

don’t mean that anybody wanna listen to you (ooh)

Like ooh, damn, turn it up quick

That stuff I drank got me feeling a little sick

I’m at the flick, to head up your neck

Fuck up your job so you gotta quit

Speak to the partner, becoming a screen

What about you and me?

Know what I mean?

Don’t believe that you could do anything

Could that be making your wet fucking dream

Bringing the heat, bringing the heat

Don’t give a fuck

I be the, I be the bones

Dub, what?

Turning it way the fuck up

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that’s your dream

'cause I’m unplugged and I might bleed, just

Sometimes I just can’t hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running bulls eye,

gotta get outta sight for your eye

Gotta be down 'fore we die, we die

I just came here to turn it up.

up.

up

Turn it up.

up.

up