[Intro: Jamie Madrox]
So, what the fuck?

[Chorus: Jamie Madrox and Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Now that your soul is released)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(When your body rots in the grave, will you have time to pray?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Hoping that your soul will be saved, kick it)

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
Hey yo, fuck everybody that ain't down with us
Superstars incorporated; label us infamous
N***as is ridiculous for trying to replicate our contents
Non-equivalent to my terror, they suffer broke necks
Bitch ass n***as is trying to imitate my real-estate
So me and Monoxide Child, we had to migrate
Like ducks in the winter, we sinners with the halos
Left the company in the dust for lack of payroll
Now we stable, on our feet, willing and able
To split you from your groin to your navel
You wanna talk of fables, I turn the tables like the Exorcist
Dominate your cerebellum so don't stand next to this
Multiple equation, abrasion to your mind state
Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate, while I dominate
On the underground level, I'm not the Devil
With no horns, pitchforks or shovels, so can you dig it?
I be Jamie Madrox, bleach white like Mr. Clorox
Big Hurt like Mr. Thomas but I don't be claiming White Sox
My Louisville Slugger, my weapon for bashing brains
Leaving competition tangled in chains like I was Pinhead
A Cenobite, living at night, afraid of sunlight
Police told to shoot on sight, you think they might
If they do, I'll return fire at rapid speeds
Show them bitches a trick I got up my sleeve
Increase the deceased
[Chorus: Jamie Madrox and Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Now that your soul is released)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(When your body rots in the grave, will you have time to pray?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Hoping that your soul will be saved, uh)

[Verse 2: Monoxide Child]
We'll tell you the truth, it's like this, everybody can suck my dick
And I could give a fuck less bitch, you ain't shit
And I'ma be the first to tell
I got your family all hostage and they burning in hell
True, I sold my soul, I never did shit with it
But I could give a fuck about it
So I know that I could live without it
A constant struggle to get to the top
Increase the deceased, let it pop, then watch them drop
Pressing the button stopping at nothin'
You fuck with grown folks, kids
You better think before you say somethin'
All up your crib, what, looking for goods
Scream style mother fuckers, with the masks and the hoods
It ain't good, remember that, all you suckers on the Internet
Thinking it's cool but we ain't into that
Sitting in my room alone mad depressed
Relieve the stress by sticking pencils in my chest
God bless a bag of weed
So I can get high and get back at you suckers in music
With some shit to make your ears bleed
Proceed to talk that shit, it's all wack
I'm gonna get high and pay the whole world back
Increase the deceased
[Chorus: Jamie Madrox and Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? So, what the fuck? Yeah
(Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Now that your soul is released)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(When your body rots in the grave, will you have time to pray?)
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
(Hoping that your soul will be saved, uh)

[Outro: Jamie Madrox]
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So, what the fuck? What the fuck? Yeah
So what the fuck?
What the fuck, bitches, I.S.I. in this bitch!
Yeah