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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.... 
(Chorus)
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 

(Madrox)
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

(Chorus) 
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

 (Monoxide)
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 
mobbin 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 

(Chorus)
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 

(Madrox)
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 turns...