Текст песни What I'm Feelin' - Twiztid
The
drugs
keepin
me
high
I
just
wanna
eliminate
everyone
thats
in
sight
The
wicked
shits
alive
in
me
and
it
will
never
die
I
just
wanna
let
you
know
inside
what
I'm
feelin
Feelin'
dead
but
I'm
still
alive*
Killers
who
cut
throats
the
only
ones
that
survive
The
wicked
shits
alive
in
me
and
it
will
never
die
I
just
wanna
let
you
know
inside
what
I'm
feelin
I'm
sick
like
hotel
beds
And
gettin
head
In
a
motel
where
My
girls
in
the
corner
dead
Thener
said
it
was
an
overdose
So
I
cut
his
throat
and
left
him
for
dead
Inside
a
moble
home*
I'm
a
stoner
with
his
motor
blown
And
I
get
high
over
leavin
wack
mcee's
comatose
You
ain't
shit
you
suck
So
what
you
got
your
vowels
mixed
up*
J
hand
me
the
bitch
so
I
can
pump
this
shit
up
like
training
day
I'm
holdin
the
real
killers
who
walk
and
never
run
away
Put
your
fuckin
gun
away
'For
I
get
pissed
off
then
piss
on
ya
like
a
rainy
day
I
ain't
happy
I'm
the
other
way
Stayin
mad
as
fuck
and
always
lookin
to
retaliate
So
if
you
wondering
why
I
magigate
Just
refer
to
the
real
definition
of
assassinate
Here
we
go
and
were
takin
it
back
to
basics
We
make
a
mark
in
any
marks
trying
to
erase
it
We
take
the
number
and
usually
we
embrace
it
We
were
born
in
chaos
with
carnival
faces
Hows
that
for
odds
Sent
here
to
eliminate
false
profits
and
DemiGods
of
statistics
Media*
moguls
and
spreaders
of
the
falseness
With
they
heads
lopped
off
and
bodies
tied
to
crosses
Followers
have
been
exposed
With
overactive
temperal
lobes
Up
in
they
dome
No
indiviuality
more
clones
on
the
production
line
Manufacture
and
faximilated
rhymes
for
the
twelfth
time
Thirteen's
synonomous
with
the
oddity's
Stay
hungry
for
flesh
like
the
piranha
be
Killer
tryin
to
dishonor
me
Nothin
is
sacred
in
a
dead
economy
So
bury
me
deep*
where
the
haters
will
never
bother
me
They
got
a
problem
with
us
and
the
way
we
tellin
it
Not
a
statistic
refuse
to
be
irrelevent
Disorted
in
sick
shit
Ooze
from
every
element
You
can
blame
it
on
my
soul
but
the
music
be
compelling
it
To
do
the
type
to
make
you
feel
it
when
you
hear
it
Musical
ducktape
To
patch
the
holes
in
your
spirt
No
jump
on
fate
We
tomahawk
with
the
lyrics
And
stay
buzz
wordy
while
your
shits
on
clearance
You
phonier
than
cinamax
porn
and
bein
torn
Between
bein
a
label
whore
And
wishin
you
were
never
born
I'm
not
hear
to
scorn
I'm
just
sayin
that
your
nothin
more
than
a
porn
on
a
board
in
a
fake
war
And
now
you
fuck
with
ya
militia*
Whirl
with
that
government
issue
Wont
miss
ya
I
ain't
gotta
spit
a
line
to
diss
ya
I
got
a
line
around
the
block
of
folks
commin
to
get
ya

1 Spiderwebs
2 I'm Just Sayin'
3 What I'm Feelin'
4 Apple
5 Circles
6 P. S. A.
7 It Don't Matta'
8 I'm Stuck
9 Heard Enough
10 Please - Skit
11 Cyanide
12 Set by Example
13 What Ya Really Want
14 Keys to My Mind
15 All the Rest
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