Tytuł: How Does It Feel?

• Wykonawca: Twiztid
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This old time radio program was originally aired live
  Long before the advent of high fidelity
  As a result you may detect an occasional surface noise or volume drop
  Due to transmission problems so common to old radio.
  We hope however that any variants in audio quality
  Will not take away from your pleasure in listening to this,
  One of the all time favorites....
  How does it feel to be you
  How does it feel to feel the way you do
  It's so decisive
  And I don't care if you like or you hate me
  I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
  Looking through your window
  As a thunder bolt strikes the ground
  Wind blowing through the trees making irritating sounds
  Like the voice in the back of my head when I'm immune
  To the confines of Dracula's tomb
  9th rate man made Nosferata
  Child of the night sending shocks through your body
  Fatter than Poveratti
  Speak softly
  Or back up off me
  Feline before I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind
  Sickness what I depicted is ordered and evicted
  Frequently described as being Twiztid or wicked
  Predicted many sights seen happening to lives
  Perform on the daily in disguise
  Sinister
  Tell the minister to bless my soul
  Momma made me mind broken and went outta control
  Smash the remote control through television screen
  Blame it on the movie or a dream, it's all the same
  Mind games, little prodigies paralyzed
  Swollen little brain mesmerized
  Then he dies
  Left alone in a world full of hate
  Body rots away while his mind incubates
  How does it feel to be you
  How does it feel to feel the way you do
  It's so decisive
  And I don't care if you like or you hate me
  I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
  How does it feel to be you
  How does it feel to feel the way you do
  It's so decisive
  And I don't care if you like or you hate me
  I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
  You label me a paranoid schizophrenic
  Known on this planet for 2 things
  Talkin shit and automatic
  Mind gets transferred in little walks through the woods
  Bury you alive if I could
  Robin through the hood with a body in the trunk
  Unidentified because he's known as a chump
  I hear him keep talking junk in my ear
  But nobody else can hear
  I look around and I'm feeling weird
  Palms are sweaty I'm about to black out
  Last chance but nothing could stop this Twiztid sprout.
  I'm all about mad cussing
  Fuck you and the red Martian
  Peon wrecking and skull crushing
  Turning bitches to dust and when I recite you folks die
  Like I creep in the night, I let your soul fly
  So high that I never touch ground
  Make it so your bodies never found
  Another Unsolved Mystery
  Looking for some nobody
  Every single night on TV
  Try to get me to see .
  My eyes closed and rolled back
  Holdin a thought deep in my mind about a car jack
  Another brake down in the middle of the street
  People just kept moving they feet
  Treat me like a freak, so how am supposed to act
  So when you see me muthafucka be prepared for the axe
  How does it feel to be you
  How does it feel to feel the way you do
  It's so decisive
  And I don't care if you like or you hate me
  I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
  How does it feel to be you
  How does it feel to feel the way you do
  It's so decisive
  And I don't care if you like or you hate me
  I know you motherfuckas bout to underrate me
  We're going vampire hunting with a 9 millimeter
  Our souls our blessed by Mary Magdalene and Saint Peter
  Eat a bit of flesh but I call it the host
  Am I dead, alive, or just a ghost
  Comatose midrange, 2 dollars and some change
  Hoping, picturing sanity but I'm feeling so insane
  Got a migraine headache, my stomach hurts...