Whatthef**k!!-Twiztid

歌手 : Twiztid

专辑 : Cryptic Collection

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:51

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TXT Whatthef**k!!-Twiztid 文本歌词

Whatthef**k!! - Twiztid

So what the f**k

Increase the deceased will your body rest in peace

Now that your soul get's released when your body rot

In the grave will you have time to pray

Hoping that your soul will be saved

Hey yo f**k everybody that ain't down with us

Superstars incorporated label us infamous

N**gas is ridiculous for trying to replicate our contexts

Not equivalent to my terror they suffer broke necks

B**ch a** n**gas 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 b**ches a trick I got up my sleeve

Increase the deceased

Will your body rest in peace

Now that your soul get's released when your body rot

In the grave will you have time to pray

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 f**k less b**ch

You ain't sh*t

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 sh*t with it

But I could give a f**k 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 f**k with grown folks

Kids you better think before you say something

All up in your crib what looking for goods

Scream style muthaf**kas 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 w**d

So I can get high and get back

At you suckers in music

With some sh*t to make your ears bleed

Proceed to talk that sh*t it's all wack

I'm gonna get high and pay the whole world back

Increase the deceased will your body rest in peace

Now that your soul is released when your body rot

In the grave will you have time to pray

Hoping that your soul will be saved uh

Yeah

So what the f**k what the f**k yeah

So what the f**k

What the f**k b**ches ISI in this b**ch

Yeah