WhatTheFuck (Extra Crispy Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Madrox] So, what the fuck? [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?) So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (Now that your soul is released) So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (When your body rots in the grave, will you have time to pray?) So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (Hoping that your soul will be saved, kick it) [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] Hey yo, fuck everybody that ain't down with us Superstars incorporated; label us infamous Niggas is ridiculous for trying to replicate our contents Non-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 split you from your groin to your navel 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 mind state Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate, while I dominate On the underground level, I'm not the Devil With no horns, pitchforks or shovels, so can you dig it? I be Jamie Madrox, bleach white like Mr. Clorox Big Hurt like Mr. Thomas but I don't be claiming White Sox My Louisville Slugger, my weapon for bashing brains Leaving competition tangled in chains like I was Pinhead A Cenobite, living 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 [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?) So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (Now that your soul is released) So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (When your body rots in the grave, will you have time to pray?) So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (Hoping that your soul will be saved, uh) [Verse 2: Monoxide] We'll 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 burning 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 them drop Pressing the button stopping at nothin' You fuck with grown folks, kids You better think before you say somethin' All up your crib, what, looking for goods Scream style mother fuckers, with the masks and 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 [Chorus: Jamie Madrox] So, what the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?) So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (Now that your soul is released) So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (When your body rots in the grave, will you have time to pray?) So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah (Hoping that your soul will be saved, uh) [Outro: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide] So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah So what the fuck? What the fuck, bitches, I.S.I. in this bitch! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!