HOW DOES IT FEEL? Lyrics

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long before the advent of high fidelity as a result you 

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due to transmission problems so common to old radio. 

We hope however that any variants in audio quality will 

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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 

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