Whatthefuck!?!? (Twiztid)
(Switches through radio stations)
91.9 the Ledge that was the Verve
Before that we heard from Paula Cole
Puffdaddy, and uhh Bush was in there as well
I'm Brad Bradley and coming up
We'll hear something new from REM
As well as the Smashing Pumpkins
I wanna give a quick reminder to everyone
That has entered the Ledge listen and
(Smash)
Jesus! What the hell was that?
Hey! (Gun shots)
Hello?
Hello?
Go in there and see if you can hear me
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Yeah it's alright go ahead
Give me the fuckin headphones
Hold on
Put that music on that they fuckin would
Hello
Hello
Hey this is Violent J of Insane Clown Posse
Introduce yourself
Oh hey what's up this is Shaggy 2 Dope everybody
That's right and we this is now
91.9 the station that strangles
And this is the deal
We're gonna play you some shit though
Some shit you never heard cause it's underground
That's right muthafuckas this shit is under the fuckin underground
This shit is so fuckin far underground
The coal miners ain't even heard this shit
Because this shit is off our very own label (noise)
Our very own label Psychopathic Records
What we're gonna do right now
Is we're gonna get into some shit from Twiztid
Twiztid is from Detroit's East (noise)
Pick that shit up
Twiztid, Twiztid is from Detroit's East side
Hektik and Bones and they don't give a fuck
They got a little serial killer problem
You know what I'm sayin?
They dibble dabble in the occult a little bit
But we let shit like that slide at Psychopathic
So this is off their upcoming album Mostasteless
This is Hektik and Bones
This is Twiztid for that bitch ass whoo
Play the fuckin hey hold on, hold on, hold on
This is Twiztid for that bitch ass
Aight go ahead and play
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 sin to bite, 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...
I'm Johnny Eagle and that was Twiztid
Off their upcoming release called Mostasteless
Coming out soon on Psychopathic
Shut up you sound like a fuckin fag
This is radio baby
Shut up man, what the fuck?
Aight hold up we're gonna take some caller questions
Call the fuckin number
That was the same number before
Here's the deal give us the call
You're on the air with 91.9
Uhh you guys are crazy
Is Brad Bradley still there?
I'd like to make a request with him
Who is this?
Who are you?
This is Dan
Who are you?
What do you want?
You're a fuckin liar
Hey Brad Bradley's in pieces right now
He's in the corner, he's dead
He's dead tired, he's gotta get his head together
He'll be coming out a little bit later umm Dave
But the deal is this
Make your fuckin requests
I'd like to hear some Sarah McGaulklin
Oh yeah Randy, well I'd like you to go flyin fuck yourself bitch
We only play Psychopathic Records shit here Dave
That's right you little fuckin stupid ass
So go fuck yourself
Cause comin right up next we got some shit from a group
From the East side of New York City
Word hey where the fuck are they?
They come in here?
Hey get that get that shit in
We're gonna bring you some shit
From New York City Psychopathic Records style
These motherfuckers (noise)
These motherfuckers are from New York
And they like to smoke mad piles of herb
They smoke mad herb and they get high
And they stimulate your fuckin dome bitch
And that brings me to my next point
That's the name of the song
Stimulated Dome this is Myzery
My-Zer-Y
Para la isla
Only on Psychopathic Records
Taken from their fuckin album coming out soon
Myzery
Stimulated Dome (Myzery)
Cool, calm, collected
My perspective
Is to analyze every situation the family die
Put my mind in isolation
I be facing nightmares
Fraid cause the dead
Yo they sayin that I'm right there
Tried to wake, but I can't see where I'm at
Finally wake then I'm relaxing on a dime sack
The crimes that I did way back
In my mind is played back
Over and over
That's the reason that I'm never sober
Twenty two the skinny, broke mummy man
It's all good now a days I got money plans
The time that I'm wastin up in this occupation
Got me tokin bongs in my crib, steady pacing
Look for my homies, but they already gettin high
Caught in the struggle
Maintain they tryin to get by
Read to die when it happens recognize I told ya
Go all out, even if you're coma soldiers
I wake up and sleep with a L
Write rhymes with a L
But never take a L
So let my mind start to elevate shit
Portions of the divorce shit
Got the playas always screamin forfeit
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate...
No retreat, no surrender
My minds caught up in this blender
Don't fit contenders
Them the great as Pretenders
Dear Momma
Then they build this determination
Cause your my latest, my latest, my greatest inspiration
Some try to decease the kid
You got the pie, but I only want a piece of it
Teach the kid
I learned my lessons in the school yard
And never walked around thinkin that I'm too hard
It's too hard to just chill
And keep my game strong
If it's on, then it's on
Nigga bring it on
Whatever happened, it just happened
You're the end to that
If I survive then I'm lying on the chunky black
Think of my Momma tired after workin hard
There's a lot of shit that force me not to worship God
The creator, the creator of all my fellows
Main thing, the creator of all these ghettos
Let go, my minds twiztid like Keith
No disbelief, I got my eyes open on the streets
Where's the beef?
Yo I'm coming as the butcher
Yo I shook ya
You're on the shelf is where I put ya
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate...
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Gin and freight doors that penetrate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate...
Stimulated dome
Stimulated dome
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Let my mind start to elevate
Stimulated dome
Let my mind start to elevate
Hey cats this is Rick Scrotum once again
You're listening to 91 (Hey Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick)
You gotta back up a little bit brother my
You're listening to 91.9 (Back it up man)
Aight
Let's take another fuckin caller phone call
We're gonna take a caller phone call here
Only on the, the ledge umm
You're on the led, you're on the ledge!
Ok listen to me (noise)
Oww, fuck why don't you quit throwin shit
Hello?
Quit throwin shit asshole
You motherfucker
Huh?
Quit throwin shit
Uhh hello?
Talk to the fuckin phone (Uhh)
You're on the ledge
Yeah this is officer Ted Lewis
Of the Detroit police department
Uhh we have the situation completely surrounded here
And we don't want any uhh tradgedies
We just want your list of demands
Our what's?
Your uhh list of demands
We don't want any victims down there
I demand that you climb up the radio tower outside
And pull down your fuckin pants
To reveal to all your other co-officers
That you got thong bikini underwear on you bitch
WHOOOO!
Prepare to deal with...
So what we're, what we're gonna do right now
Is we're gonna play another song for you here
On the radio, this is, this the song
That they weren't supposed to let you hear
But we let you hear it anyway
Cause we're Psychopathic Records and we don't give a fuck
We bring the shit to you
We don't give a fuck what?
Psychopathic will never stop bringin you shit
That they ain't supposed to let you hear
Even if we got, even if we gotta fuckin
Bring that shit to you myself at your front door
Motherfucker I don't give a fuck (Yeah)
This is, this is Insane Clown Posse
Me and fuckface
And we're bout to drop some shit on you
This is psycho err Mr. Johnson's Head the remix
In your fuckin earlobes (Whooo!)
Bangin on your eardrums like a voodoo drum mother...
Hit play on the
Make sure you don't hit the other shit
Hey where'd the fuckin play button go?
Side A
This is it in your ears
Insane Clown Posse off the Jeckel Brothers
Coming at your ass
Hello?
Who the fuck is this?
Roger you motherfuckin bastard
Are you still on the phone?
I told you to go fuck yourself
Fuckin holding the line up
Hang it up dickhead
Mr. Johnson's Head Remix (ICP)
Sitting in my class
With my head on the desk
Teacher's trying to talk
But I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with
But she don't even know my name
It's always been the same
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here
Cause I ain't shit
I'm hearin voices but I don't know what they saying
Sweat is on my forehead
Cause my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I love probably don't have no idea
She's talking to her friends
I'm in the corner and I see her
Something's happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell
Sounds like an electric chair
Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling "sick"
And the others stop and stare
But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere
See, my head is spinning cause I'm lonely and I'm twisted
But I have a secret everybody missed it
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock
A tick and a tock
I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock
I must be a ghost, everybody walks through me
If I died in class they would probably say they knew me
Or they wouldn't care
They wouldn't even move
My dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months, stinking up the class
Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell
I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
But I have a key, it's called insanity
I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
Okay class, America's the land of the free
It's a land of democracy
A land without prejudice
And above all a land of freedom
That's the beautiful thing about our country
We're all treated equal
All races live together in harmony
What is it Scott?
Mr. Johnson already taught us this
Ain't he ever coming back (Well)
No, they can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning then they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I doubt they'd even notice
And if they did they'd laugh
Instead they'd rather know about a redneck bastard
Owned a couple slaves but I guess it don't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah
They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who could it be
But I'm like Dewey Boondye, you never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got his motherfucking head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I...
Stop, you gotta think straight...
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
Bag, in my bag...
Twiztid, Myzery, and Insane Clown Posse
All coming in 1998 exclusively on Psychopathic
And Polygram Records.
