Twiztid - Whatthefuck?!?! lyrics

So, what the fuck?

So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Increase the deceased
Will your body rest in peace?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Now that your soul is released)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(When your body rots in the grave
Will you have time to pray?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Hoping that your soul will be saved
Kick it)

Hey yo
Fuck everybody that ain't down with us
Superstars incorporated label us infamous
Niggas is ridiculous for trying
To replicate our contents
Non-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 Mr clorox
Big Hurt like Mr thomas but I
Don't be claiming White Sox
My Louisville Slugger
My weapon for bashing brains
Leaving competition tangled in chains
Like I was Pinhead
A Cenobite, living 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, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Increase the deceased
Will your body rest in peace?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Now that your soul is released)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(When your body rots in the grave
Will you have time to pray?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Hoping that your soul will be saved, uh)

We'll 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 burning 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 them drop
Pressing the button stopping at nothin'
You fuck with grown folks, kids
You better think before you say somethin'
All up your crib, what, looking for goods
Scream style mother fuckers
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, what the fuck? What the fuck? So
What the fuck? Yeah (Increase the deceased
Will your body rest in peace?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Now that your soul is released)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(When your body rots in the grave
Will you have time to pray?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Hoping that your soul will be saved, uh)

So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So what the fuck?
What the fuck, bitches, ISI in this bitch!
Yeah