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...