Twiztid - WhatThef** (Extra Crispy Remix) lyrics

[Hook] So whatthef** So whatthef**, whatthef** yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?) So whatthef**, whatthef** yeah (Now that your soul get's released when your body rot's) So whatthef**, whatthef** yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?) So whatthef**, whatthef** yeah (Hoping that your soul will be saved) [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] Hey yo, f** everybody that ain't down with us Superstars incorporated label us, infamous n***as is ridiculous for trying to replicate our contexts Not equivalent to my terror, they suffer broke necks b**h a** n***as 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 who*es, 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 sin to bite, livin' at night, ffraid of sunlight Police told to shoot on sight, you think they might? If they do I'll return fire at rapid speeds Show them b**hes a trick I got up my sleeve [Hook] [Verse 2: Monoxide] Tell you the truth it's like this Everybody can s** my dick And I could give a f** less b**h You ain't sh** and I'mma be the first to tell I got your family all hostage and they burnin in hell True, I sold my soul, I never did sh** with it But I could give a f** 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 bu*ton stopping at nothing You f** with grown folks Kids you better think before you say something All up your crib, what looking for goods Scream style muthaf**as with them masks in the hoods It ain't good remember that All you s**ers 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 s**ers in music With some sh** to make your ears bleed Proceed to talk that sh**, it's all wack I'm gonna get high and pay the whole world back [Hook] [Outro] Whatthef** b**hes I.S.I. in this b**h! Yeah...