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Insane Clown Posse Miscellaneous How Does It Feel? "This old time radio program was originally aired live long before the advent of high fidelity as a result you may detect an occaisional 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 favorite...." How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do Your so decisive And I don't care if you lie though you hate me I know you motherfuckas bound to underrate me Lookin' through your window as a thunder bolt strikes the ground Wind blowin' through the trees make an irritating sound Like the voice in the back of my head when I'm immune To the confines of Draculas tomb 9th rate man made nosferata Howls of the night sendin' shocks through your body Phatter than Poveratti Speak softly or back up off me feline 'fore I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind Sickness what I depicted is ordered and evicted frequently described as bein' bein 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' paralized 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 Your so decisive And I don't care if you lie though you hate me I know you motherfuckas bound to underrate me How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do Your so decisive And I don't care if you lie though you hate me I know you motherfuckas bound to underrate me You label me a paranoid skitzophrenic 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 Boppin' through the hood with a body in the trunk Unidentified because he's known as a chump I hear him keep talkin' junk in my ear But nobody else can hear I look around and I'm feelin' weird Palms are sweaty I'm 'bout to black out Last chance but nothin could stop this twiztid sprout I'm all about mad cussin' Fuck you and the red martian Peon wreckin and skull crushin' Turnin' 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 |
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