Whatthefuck lyrics

Song information

Artist: Twiztid
Album: Mostasteless

Lyrics

[Jamie maddrox]
Hey yo fuck everybody that aint down with us
Superstars incorperated label us
Infamous, niggas is rediculous
For tryin to replicate our context
Not equivalent to my terror they suffer broke necks
Bitch ass niggas is tryin to imatate
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 willin and able
To switch upon your boys to enable
You wanna talk about fables
I turn the tables
Like the exorcist
Dominate your cerebelliam
So dont stay next to this
Multiple equation abration to your mindstate
Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate
While I dominate all that underground.level
Im not the devil with the whores, pitchforks, or shovels
So can you dig it, I be jamie maddrox
Bleach white like ?mr pollack?
Recurred like mr thomas
But I dont be claimin white socks
My crew evails
Sucka, my weapon for bashin brains
Leavin competition tangled in chains like I was pinhead
A ?sinabite? livin at night
Afraid of sunlight, police told to shoot on site
You think they might
If they do I return fire
At rapid speeds
To show them bitches what tricks I have up my sleeves
Increase the deceased!

[Chorus 1x]
So whatthefuck! whatthefuck! yeah!(repeat with chorus)
Increase the deceased
Will your body rest in peace?
Now that your souls been released
Will your body rise from the grave?
Will you have time to pray?
Hopin that your soul will be saved

[Monoxide child]
To tell ya the truth its like this
Everybody can suck my dick
And I could give a fuck less bitch you aint shit
And I would be the first to tell
I got your family all hot
Pretendin they burnin in hell
True, I sold my soul
I never did shit wit it
But I could give a fuck about it
So I know I could live without it
A constant struggle to get to the top
Increase the deceased, let it pop
Then watch em drop
Pushin a button, stoppin at nothin
Before you fuck wit both those kids
You betta think before you say somethin
All up in your crib what?
Lookin for goods, scream sounds mothafuckas
With them masks in the hoods, it aint good
Remember that, all you suckas on the internet
Thinkin its cool but we aint in to that
Sittin in my room alone mad depressed
Relieve the stress by stickin pencils in my chest
God bless a bag of weed so I can get high
And get back at you suckas and some music shit to make your ears bleed
Proceed to talk that shit, its all wack
Im gonna get high and pay the whole world back
Increase the deceased!