Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel This, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Song language: English
Feel This |
| Here we go |
| Juggalo clap, clap |
| Juggalo clap, clap |
| From the front to the back |
| Juggalo (clap, clap) |
| Juggalo (clap, clap) |
| Juggalo clap, clap |
| Juggalo clap, clap |
| From the front to the back |
| Juggalo (clap, clap) |
| Juggalo (clap, clap) |
| Juggalo (clap, clap) |
| From the front to the back |
| Juggalo (clap, clap) |
| Clap clap (clap, clap) |
| From the front to the back |
| Speak to a tone re-adjust ear drums |
| Highly intelligent for a species labeled dumb |
| Numb from the neck up zone as I perform |
| And through the energy we acquire we are re-born |
| It’s intense as we commence to dispense the shit |
| Spittin' verbal milk while you suckin' a sour tit |
| Inconsiderate to competitors trying to elevate |
| Intermixing intermingling with the venomous snakes |
| Fuck that you can go on and slither away |
| Simple minded mutha fuckas swiping sugars from our Kool-Aid |
| Who made the sky red and swallowed the sun |
| And spoke the word of light to enlighten the mass of everyone |
| Ummm… I believe that’s us |
| And when the mics are on, and we bust |
| It like an adrenalin rush |
| To your dome and mine too and everyone behind you |
| As long as you keep it Twiztid we’ll always be beside you |
| I want you to feel this |
| This pain, this hate, even if you can’t pretend to relate |
| Feel this |
| Can you feel this? |
| Can you, can you feel this? |
| Riding by windows shakin' while I’m passing by |
| Got a big screen TV in the front for I |
| With a DVD player playing porno nonstop |
| I’m so fuckin' high |
| I don’t wanna drive anymore |
| So I crashed in the back of my ex-girl's 4×4 |
| Can you feel that you bitch? |
| And matter of fact |
| You can eat a dick and drink piss |
| Feel this like you felt my dick all up in your mouth |
| Like the shit you spit |
| Nothing but a poisonous snake |
| Trying to steal my rhythm |
| So I see em' in the grass and I, get em' |
| Don’t fuck wit em' |
| Cause he’s half a 'port short of a full pack on the attack |
| Half you bitches just wanna steal my shine |
| And the other half ain’t worth the time |
| Don’t spit 'til you see the grit of the mic |
| Cause when you’re in the zone |
| You don’t care if they do or don’t like |
| Your flow and no I don’t hold no grudge to those |
| You stay afloat in this time of no hope |
| So dance with the spirits on the day of the dead |
| In the presence of the things that can reside inside of your head |
| Cause they phony like them silicone bags in stripper’s bras |
| Step one is defining it |
| And two is cutting it off |
| Spit fire, always for hire |
| And I’ll never stop killing till God retires |
| I want everybody to feel the wrath of my flow |
| And if you can’t feel this there’s the door |
| Robbing from the rich and poor alike I don’t care |
| Walk into times square and leave a bomb there |
| Fuck with us and try to come get us |
| Right here and right now |
| I’m gonna blow like… |
| Juggalo, juggalo |
| From the front to the back |
| Juggalo, juggalo, juggalo, juggalo |
| From the front to the back |
| Juggalo, juggalo, juggalo |
| From the front to the back |
| Juggalo |
| From the front to the back |