This old time radio program was originally aired live  Long before the advent of high fidelity  As a result you may detect an occasional surface noise or volume drop  Due to transmission problems so common to old radio.  We hope however that any variants in audio quality  Will not take away from your pleasure in listening to this,  One of the all time favorites....  How does it feel to be you  How does it feel to feel the way you do  It's so decisive  And I don't care if you like or you hate me  I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me  Looking through your window  As a thunder bolt strikes the ground  Wind blowing through the trees making irritating sounds  Like the voice in the back of my head when I'm immune  To the confines of Dracula's tomb  9th rate man made Nosferata  Child of the night sending shocks through your body  Fatter than Poveratti  Speak softly  Or back up off me  Feline before I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind  Sickness what I depicted is ordered and evicted  Frequently described as being 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 paralyzed  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  It's so decisive  And I don't care if you like or you hate me  I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me  How does it feel to be you  How does it feel to feel the way you do  It's so decisive  And I don't care if you like or you hate me  I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me  You label me a paranoid schizophrenic  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  Robin through the hood with a body in the trunk  Unidentified because he's known as a chump  I hear him keep talking junk in my ear  But nobody else can hear  I look around and I'm feeling weird  Palms are sweaty I'm about to black out  Last chance but nothing could stop this Twiztid sprout.  I'm all about mad cussing  Fuck you and the red Martian  Peon wrecking and skull crushing  Turning 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  Looking for some nobody   Every single night on TV   Try to get me to see .  My eyes closed and rolled back  Holdin a thought deep in my mind about a car jack  Another brake down in the middle of the street   People just kept moving they feet  Treat me like a freak, so how am supposed to act  So when you see me muthafucka be prepared for the axe  How does it feel to be you  How does it feel to feel the way you do  It's so decisive  And I don't care if you like or you hate me  I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me  How does it feel to be you  How does it feel to feel the way you do  It's so decisive  And I don't care if you like or you hate me  I know you motherfuckas bout to underrate me  We're going vampire hunting with a 9 millimeter  Our souls our blessed by Mary Magdalene and Saint Peter  Eat a bit of flesh but I call it the host  Am I dead, alive, or just a ghost  Comatose midrange, 2 dollars and some change  Hoping, picturing sanity but I'm feeling so insane  Got a migraine headache, my stomach hurts...