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Artist/Band: Twiztid
Lyrics for Song: Whatthefuck? (Extra Crispy Mix)
Lyrics for Album: Cryptic Collection Vol 1 [2000]



(Chorus)

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 rots in the grave)

So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah

(Will you have time to pray?)

So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah.

(Hoping that your soul will be saved)



(Jamie Madrox)

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 mind state

Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate

While I dominate on the underground level

I'm not the Devil with no horns, pitchforks or shovels

So can you dig it I be Jamie Madrox

bleach white like Mr.Clorox

Big Hurt like Mr.Thomas but I don't be claiming White Sox

A 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



(Chorus)

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 rots in the grave)

So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah

(Will you have time to pray?)

So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah.

(Hoping that your soul will be saved)



(Monoxide Child)

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 in 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



(Chorus)

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 rots in the grave)

So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah

(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!


Album Lyrics: Cryptic Collection Vol 1 [2000]


Twiztid
"Cryptic Collection Vol 1 [2000]"


1. Ain't A Damn Thang Changed
2. Bad Dream
3. Blam!
4. I Could
5. Meat Cleaver
6. Put It Down
7. Renditions Of Reality
8. Somebody Dissin' You
9. Something Weird
10. Twiztid (Intro 2)
11. Whatthefuck? (Extra Crispy Mix)