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 variance in audio quality will not take away from your pleasure in listening to this one of the all time favorite 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 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 pavaratti speak softly or back up off me before i gaze in your eyes and blow your mind sickness what i depicted 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 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  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 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 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 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 