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Utwór: Whatthefuck!?!? (Extra Crispy Mix)

  • wykonawca: Twiztid
  • album: The Cryptic Collection
  • wyświetleń: 825

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 sin to bite, 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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