Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whoop Whoop, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 11.04.2010
Song language: English
Whoop Whoop |
| I’m untouchable |
| Sixteen ways to die, but I’d rather just cut your throat |
| Unlovable |
| Bred through hate, product of date rape but you can’t wait to cremate |
| I take lives with steak knives and such |
| I leave so many cuts that there’s nothin left to touch |
| And I walk with the family mind set on casualty |
| I put mirrors in ya eyes so ya had to see |
| That it had to be a mass suicide at your gathering |
| What a catastrophe |
| Front page, blame it on us |
| Scapegoat for all, in Twiztid we trust |
| In the tour bus headed for the white house lawn |
| I can only be the scapegoat for so long |
| You can clear bongs while I clear channels |
| Live show is sick like cups of brain matter |
| WHOOP WHOOP |
| You could never do what I do |
| WHOOP WHOOP |
| Even if I became you |
| WHOOP WHOOP |
| You gotta let go of the envy |
| Cuz on your best day you’ll never be me |
| I’m Jeffrey Dahmer with a Wayne Gasey mask on |
| Drill a hole inside your head and axe it till ya pass on |
| Amass on cubby holes and crawl spaces |
| UNTRUSTABLE |
| I’m Harvey Dent double sided with Two-Face |
| Cuz I killed Jason at Crystal Lake |
| Stuck a axe in his back and said it was a mistake |
| Now the legend is dead, but the legacy lives on |
| Through the blood in my veins every time I spit out a song |
| I’m Richard Ramirez with bloody eyes |
| Leave a pussy stolen and swollen with bloody alibis |
| I’m a cat with 9 lives, a monster with 50 kills |
| With a shotgun, roamin' the streets of Beverly hills |
| I’m in your hood like a street siren |
| And for whatever motherfucker if you’re thinkin you’re gonna take mine |
| Another product of reality |
| Call it a blemish on the floor of society’s vanity |
| If I cut ya tongue out and left mine in it’s place |
| You still couldn’t taste what the fuck I say |
| I’m a split time for swallowin razor blades |
| So I get spit blind for every word that I say |
| I’m poisonous, better check your thermos |
| Cuz I spikin' all the coffee at your funeral service |
| I’m a psycho bad boy, all no-purpose |
| And I stuff bad bitches like a taxidermist. |