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Whatthefuck (Extra Crispy Rmx)

Twiztid
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So what the fuck? So what the fuck? So what the fuck? So what the fuck? Ayo, fuck everybody that ain't down with us Superstars Incorporated label us infamous Niggas is ridiculous for trying to replicate our context Not equivalent to my terror, they suffer broke necks Bitch ass niggas is trying to imitate my real estate Sodium monoxide child, we had to migrate Like ducks in the winter, we sinners with the halo 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 bits of Clorox Big Bird like Mr. Thomas but I don't be claiming White Sox Louisville Slugger my weapon for bashing brains Leaving competition tangled and chained 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 speed Show them bitches a trick I got up my sleeve Increase the Deceased So what the fuck? So what the fuck? So what the fuck? So what the fuck? 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 Well, I could give a fuck about it So I know that I can 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, kid You better think before you say something All up in your crib, what? Looking for goods Scream style motherfuckers 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 gon' get high and paint the whole world black So what the fuck? So what the fuck? So what the fuck? So what the fuck? 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? I.S.I. in this bitch!