Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whatthefuck!?!? , by - Twiztid. Release date: 24.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Whatthefuck!?!? |
| He just walked up out of the rain |
| I swear to god that’s all it was to it. |
| I just brought him here. |
| You have a room for him? |
| Uh yes 13 |
| Hey can I leave now |
| Fuck you |
| It’s alright alright it don’t matter to me |
| He’s probably listening. |
| If he is I’ve got one thing to say |
| This is the last Halloween for that lousy factory of his |
| Pretty wild shit going on in their, I I heard rumors |
| Like what, what’d you hear? |
| This year I’m gonna get me about a case and a half |
| Of Malatove cocktails, burn that son of a bitch right down. |
| Last Halloween for them. |
| So whatthefuck |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in |
| peace?) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul get’s released when your |
| body rot’s) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Hoping that your soul will be saved) |
| Hey yo, fuck everybody that ain’t down with us. |
| Superstars incorporated label us, infamous. |
| Niggas is ridiculous for trying to replicate our contexts. |
| Not equivalent to my terror, they suffer broke necks. |
| Bitch ass niggas is trying to imitate my real-estate. |
| So me and Monoxide Child we had to migrate |
| Like ducks in the winter |
| We sinners with the halos. |
| Left the company in the dust for lack of payroll. |
| Now we stable |
| On our feet, willing and able |
| To switch it from your groin to your naval |
| 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 mindstate |
| Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate |
| While I dominate on the underground level |
| I’m not the devil with no whores, pitchforks or shovels |
| So can you dig it I be Jamie Madrox bleach white like Mr. Clorox |
| Be cold like Mr. Thomas but I don’t be claiming White Sox |
| My Louisville Slugger, my weapon for bashing brains |
| Leavin' competition tangled in chains like I was Pinhead |
| A Cenobite, livin' at night |
| Afraid of sunlight |
| Police told to shoot on sight |
| You think they might? |
| If they do I’ll return fire at rapid speeds |
| Show them bitches a trick I got up my sleeve |
| Increase the deceased |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in |
| peace?) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul get’s released when your |
| body rot’s) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah. |
| (Hoping that your soul will be saved) |
| 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 burnin in hell |
| True, I sold my soul, I never did shit with it |
| But I could give a fuck about it |
| So I know that I could 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 |
| Kids you better think before you say something |
| All up your crib, what looking for goods |
| Scream style muthafuckas with them masks in 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 gonna get high and pay the whole world back |
| Increase the deceased |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased will your body rest in |
| peace?) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul is released when your body |
| rot’s) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah. |
| (Hoping that your soul will be saved) |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah |
| So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah |
| So whatthefuck |
| Whatthefuck bitches I.S.I. |
| in this bitch! |
| Yeah… |