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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