How Does It Feel?

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Jamie Madrox]
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 motherfuckers bound to underrate me

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
Looking through the 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 but I'm immune
To the confines of Dracula's tomb
Nightbreed man-made Nosferat-ay
Child of the night sending shocks through your body
Fatter than Pavarotti, speak softly or back up off me
[Feline?], before I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind
Sickness, what I depicted [distorted 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
Mama baby mind broke 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 leaving 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: Jamie Madrox]
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 motherfuckers bound 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 motherfuckers bound to underrate me

[Verse 2: Monoxide Child]
You label me a paranoid schizophrenic
Known on this planet for two things, talking shit and automatic
Mind gets tragic on little walks through the woods
Bury you alive if I could
Mobbing through the hood with a body in the trunk
Unidentified 'cause 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 'bout to black out, last chance
But nothing could stop this Twiztid sprout
I'm all about mad cussin', fuck you [and the red mush?]
Me and Madrox are skull crushin'
Turning bitches to dust and when I recite you folks die
Like a creep in the night, I let your soul fly
So high that I never touch ground
Make it so your body's never found
Another Unsolved Mystery, looking for some nobody
Every single night on TV, trying to get me to see
My eyes closed and rolled back
Holding a thought deep in my mind about a carjack
Nervous breakdown in the middle of the street
People just kept moving their feet
Treated like a freak, so how am I suppose to act?
So when you see me, motherfucker, be prepared for the axe

[Chorus: Jamie Madrox]
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 motherfuckers bound 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 motherfuckers bound to underrate me

[Verse 3: Madrox]
We're going vampire hunting with a nine 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 mid rate, two dollars and some change
Perfect picture of sanity but I'm feeling so insane
Got a migraine headache, my stomach hur- *record scratch*