Twiztid - WhatTheFuck (Extra Crispy Remix) lyrics

So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
(Increase the deceased
Will your body rest in peace?)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
(Now that your soul gets released
When your body rots)
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 contents
No 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 split you from your groin to your navel
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 MrClorox
Be cold like MrThomas 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


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'mma 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 the masks and 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
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 ISI in this bitch! Yeah