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choose your character! - twisted frequency lyrics

[chorus: smkz]
body all pixels
get a bl**dy fistful
chance of winnin’, fickle
lookin’ so little
body all pixels
get a bl**dy fistful
chance of winnin’, fickle
lookin’ so little

leds flashin’
sprite is highly fashioned
x.p i’m stackin’
then i aim, attackin’
leds flashin’
sprite is highly fashioned
x.p i’m stackin’
then i aim, attackin’

[verse 1: smkz]
8*bit, not famous
combos hated, x.p gained it
left and right, up and down
can’t match your sk!lls, they not found
i got that quarter, in that slot
whoop your ass, my combos locked
your plot to win? i steady caught
mash the b*ttons, then i taunt
predict your moves, don’t quit so soon
in 2nd place, there’s lots of room
kick and dodge, that win i robbed
cooked like porkchops, then wiped and mopped
i’m cold, like sub*zero, lin kuei, they call me hеro
fast like an arrow, mad like jack sparrow
brain so narrow, while i’m so thorough
[bridge: smkz, the a.i]
i’m suprisеd this game still runnin’ pretty good
you wanna* go another round? what about you* uh* you?
i don’t indulge in such ‘video games’

[verse 2: smkz]
they call me senshi, fight is plenty
chop you up, like my name denji
copy my moves, kami
hit you with that triple*wami
maxed out, thunder, 6 feet under
vicky jumper, i’m the hunter
you outnumbered, my wins don’t end
but you fought hard my friend

[chorus: smkz]
body all pixels
get a bl**dy fistful
chance of winnin’, fickle
lookin’ so little
body all pixels
get a bl**dy fistful
chance of winnin’, fickle
lookin’ so little

[bridge: smkz, the a.i, vike]
hey wait, why is the screen like* buggin’ out?
is it supposed to do that?
the code is malfunctioning..
defidentely feels like the game is* like, shaking!
*glass shattering, followed by sounds of laughter*
[verse 3: faro]
ay, yo, who gon’ top me? (who gon’ top me)
not you prolly
box his b*tch*ass up like roddy
n*gga thought he hit the lotty
empty*handed, like karate
he went and brought his posse
cooked his ass routissere
spun and put metal through his body

n*gga’s game was shotty
so i went and took his shawty (uh)
n*gga worked for rats like shotti
so i got the shotty
all you n*ggas sloppy, you n*ggas fakin, you n*ggas ocky
i’ll pulled out the glock, and popped his face, now he look just like aki

you little b*tches not me
you little b*tches mocked me
now i’m sat up on my throne and none of y’all can stop me
you p*ssies think i’m bluffin’?
so go ahead and watch me
you f*ckers say i’m c*cky
but all you can do is copy

- twisted frequency lyrics

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