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Twiztid Mostasteless How Does It Feel? This old time radio program was originally aired live Long before the advent of high fidelity As a result you may detect an occasional surface noise or volume drop Due to transmission problems so common to old radio. We hope however that any variants in audio quality Will not take away from your pleasure in listening to this, One of the all time favorites.... How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do It's so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me Looking through your window As a thunder bolt strikes the ground Wind blowing through the trees making irritating sounds Like the voice in the back of my head when I'm immune To the confines of Dracula's tomb 9th rate man made Nosferata Child of the night sending shocks through your body Fatter than Poveratti Speak softly Or back up off me Feline before I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind Sickness what I depicted is ordered and evicted Frequently described as being Twiztid or wicked Predicted many sights seen happening to lives Perform on the daily in disguise Sinister Tell the minister to bless my soul Momma made me mind broken and went outta control Smash the remote control through television screen Blame it on the movie or a dream, it's all the same Mind games, little prodigies paralyzed Swollen little brain mesmerized Then he dies Left alone in a world full of hate Body rots away while his mind incubates How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do It's so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do It's so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me You label me a paranoid schizophrenic Known on this planet for 2 things Talkin shit and automatic Mind gets transferred in little walks through the woods Bury you alive if I could Robin through the hood with a body in the trunk Unidentified because he's known as a chump I hear him keep talking junk in my ear But nobody else can hear I look around and I'm feeling weird Palms are sweaty I'm about to black out Last chance but nothing could stop this Twiztid sprout. I'm all about mad cussing Fuck you and the red Martian Peon wrecking and skull crushing Turning bitches to dust and when I recite you folks die Like I creep in the night, I let your soul fly So high that I never touch ground Make it so your bodies never found Another Unsolved Mystery Looking for some nobody Every single night on TV Try to get me to see . My eyes closed and rolled back Holdin a thought deep in my mind about a car jack Another brake down in the middle of the street People just kept moving they feet Treat me like a freak, so how am supposed to act So when you see me muthafucka be prepared for the axe How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do It's so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do It's so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you motherfuckas bout to underrate me We're going vampire hunting with a 9 millimeter Our souls our blessed by Mary Magdalene and Saint Peter Eat a bit of flesh but I call it the host Am I dead, alive, or just a ghost Comatose midrange, 2 dollars and some change Hoping, picturing sanity but I'm feeling so insane Got a migraine headache, my stomach hurts... |
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