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Twiztid - Whatthefuck! ?! ? lyrics
He just walked up out of the rain I swear to god that's all it was to it. I just brought him here. You have a room for him? Uh yes 13 Hey can I leave now Fuck you It's alright alright it don't matter to me He's probably listening. If he is I've got one thing to say This is the last Halloween for that lousy factory of his Pretty wild shit going on in their, I I heard rumors Like what, what'd you hear? This year I'm gonna get me about a case and a half Of Malatove cocktails, burn that son of a bitch right down. Last Halloween for them. So whatthefuck So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul get's released when your body rot's) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Hoping that your soul will be saved) Hey yo, fuck everybody that ain't down with us. Superstars incorporated label us, infamous. Niggas is ridiculous for trying to replicate our contexts. Not equivalent to my terror, they suffer broke necks. Bitch ass niggas is trying to imitate my real-estate. So me and Monoxide Child we had to migrate Like ducks in the winter We sinners with the halos. Left the company in the dust for lack of payroll. Now we stable On our feet, willing and able To switch it from your groin to your naval You wanna talk of fables I turn the tables like the exorcist Dominate your cerebellum so don't stand next to this Multiple equation, abrasion to your mindstate Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate While I dominate on the underground level I'm not the devil with no whores, pitchforks or shovels So can you dig it I be Jamie Madrox bleach white like Mr.Clorox Be cold like Mr.Thomas but I don't be claiming White Sox My Louisville Slugger, my weapon for bashing brains Leavin' competition tangled in chains like I was Pinhead A Cenobite, livin' at night Afraid of sunlight Police told to shoot on sight You think they might? If they do I'll return fire at rapid speeds Show them bitches a trick I got up my sleeve Increase the deceased So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul get's released when your body rot's) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah. (Hoping that your soul will be saved) Tell you the truth it's like this Everybody can suck my dick And I could give a fuck less bitch. You ain't shit And I'ma be the first to tell I got your family all hostage and they burnin in hell True, I sold my soul, I never did shit with it But I could give a fuck about it So I know that I could live without it. A constant struggle to get to the top Increase the deceased, let it pop then watch 'em drop Pressing the button stopping at nothing You fuck with grown folks Kids you better think before you say something All up your crib, what looking for goods Scream style muthafuckas with them masks in the hoods It ain't good remember that All you suckers on the Internet Thinking it's cool but we ain't into that. Sitting in my room alone mad depressed Relieve the stress by sticking pencils in my chest God bless a bag of weed So I can get high and get back at you suckers in music With some shit to make your ears bleed Proceed to talk that shit, it's all wack I'm gonna get high and pay the whole world back Increase the deceased So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased will your body rest in peace? ) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul is released when your body rot's) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah. (Hoping that your soul will be saved) So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah So whatthefuck Whatthefuck bitches I.S.I. in this bitch! Yeah... |
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