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Insane Clown Posse
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How Does It Feel?
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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
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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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