Twiztid's debut album, Mostasteless, was originally released independently by Psychopathic in 1997, but was pulled, then re-released a year later on Twiztid's new label; Island with a somewhat different track listing as a result of uncleared samples in a few songs in the original release.
On October 31, 2000, Twiztid released their second studio album, Freek Show. The album peaked at #51 on the Billboard 200. In 2002, Twiztid released the extended play Mirror Mirror. Mirror Mirror peaked at #5 on the Top Independent Albums chart, and #103 on the Billboard 200.
In 2003, Twiztid released its third studio album, The Green Book. The Green Book peaked at #2 on the Top Independent Charts and #52 on the Billboard 200.
On June 28, 2005, Twiztid released its fourth studio album, Man's Myth, Vol. 1 the first half of a double album concluding with Mutant, Vol. 2 , released the following month. Man's Myth focuses on the angst of growing up in a lying world, while Mutant deals with the outcome of this upbringing. Man's Myth peaked at #4 on the Top Independent Albums chart, #62 on the Top Internet Albums chart and the Billboard 200. Mutant peaked at #11 on the Top Independent Albums chart, #80 on the Billboard 200, and #215 on the Top Internet Albums chart.
On July 4, 2007, Twiztid released its sixth studio album, Independents Day. The album featured guest appearances from rappers signed to independent record labels, such as The Dayton Family, Tha Dogg Pound, Hed PE frontman Jahred Shane, Tech N9ne and Krizz Kaliko. It also notably features appearances by D12 members Proof and Bizarre. Proof's colaboration with Twiztid entitled, "How I Live" was Proof's last song before his death in April 2007. The album peaked at #4 on the Top Independent Albums chart, #9 on the Top Rap Albums chart and #57 on the Billboard 200.
On March 17, 2009, Twiztid released its seventh studio album, W.I.C.K.E.D (Wish I Could Kill Every Day). W.I.C.K.E.D is Twiztid's currently highest charting album, peaking at #11 on the Billboard 200, #4 on the Top Rap Albums chart, and #1 on the Top Independent Albums chart.
Twiztid's ninth studio album, "Heartbroken & Homicidal," was released on September 21, 2010.
On October 22nd, 2012 Twiztid released their tenth studio album Abominationz. It featured The Insane Clown Posse, and Royce Da 5'9.
On December 12th, 2012 the group announced via Twitter and Facebook that they have parted ways with Psychopathic Records.
A Little Fucked Up
Twiztid Lyrics
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Butcher knife is serrated
Ever since I could mate
I've been murder infatuated, morbidly fascinated
So keeping me medicated is probably the only way
That I'm ever safe to come play with
Hard to understand like I'm speaking another language
To people who never wrapped up a body inside a blanket
And heave it into a river with heavy shit
That'll take ya to the bottom
I'm telling y'all
Hang with the down trodding
From causing your town problems
I'm feeding your broke condoms
Full of my cum squadrons
Come from along, got 'em all wrong
So please don't be surprised when you sleep with my chainsaw
Addicted to getting brain from dumb broads with smut mouths
To keep away from them bum thoads that go all out
And I'm rap's equivalent to a chemical fallout
And I'm only here to let them demon dogs out
I'm a little bit fucked up in the head
Who wanna see their skulls outside of they face?
Tuck their tongue inwards just to see how they soul tastes
Fingers through their temples, touching brains as they meditate
In a cannibalistic, pessimistic, zombie-like state
Overcome and I ain't infected by the sickness
My mind's lights out, total darkness and bring the wicked
Like a soul weaver, weaving in and out of consciousness
Like the nightmare you can't contain in your sleep, so bitches
Here to move for the thought, a headless body on the wall
Is it your body? Where's your head?
It must be down the hall, is it tangled in intestines?
Screaming and trying to reconnect
In hopes of reanimating a head to a severed neck
I'm a mad man, ate blocks with light malice in hammock
A couple buckles short of our straightjacket
I'm manic depressant - in an essence, I'm fucked up
Can't blast images that appear, and the voices never stop
Even when I cover my ears
I'm a little bit fucked up in the head
I never said that I was sane
Something inside my brain got me crazy
Fuck, call me deranged
Fuck, label me weird and strange
There's a thousand voices that say
I should take my broken mind and maybe just do away with it
Fuck it, give me another minute
I'll be laughing, making a casket, laying my ass in it
Fuck it, forget it, I've already made it and laid in it
And nothing's different, my head keeps spinning and I keep grinning
Cause I'm a lunatic laughing
Right from the beginning all the way to the nuthouse
I'll be the opposite of winning but right now
I'm only here to kidnap women and children, and turn the lights out
I've given a hundred degrees of insanity, please
Go get your kids and your wife out
It's only seconds until I go get the knives out
And I told you I'm a couple bulbs short up in my lighthouse
I'm a little bit fucked up in the head
The lyrics of Twiztid's song "A Little Fucked Up" showcase the mental instability of the singer. The first verse starts with the acknowledgement that people around the singer hate their infatuation with murder and gore. The singer tries to justify their behavior by saying that they have been fascinated by it since they were young. They mention the need for medication to keep them "safe to come play with," implying that they are a danger to others. They go on to mention that their experiences are difficult to grasp for people who have never wrapped up a body or thrown it into a river. The rest of the verse is a warning to those listening to not be surprised if they "sleep with [the singer's] chainsaw," meaning to not be surprised if they end up on the singer's list of victims.
The second verse starts with the singer asking "who wanna see their skulls outside of they face?" and mentions their desire to taste someone's soul. They describe themselves as being in a "cannibalistic, pessimistic, zombie-like state." The verse goes on to describe the singer's mad state of mind, where they see headless bodies on the wall and hear voices that never stop. They reference being "manic depressant" and state that they are a little bit "fucked up in the head."
The final verse begins with the singer acknowledging that they have never claimed to be sane. They mention the voices in their head and the thousand voices telling them to do away with their broken mind. The singer's descent into madness is evident in the lyric "I'll be laughing, making a casket, laying my ass in it." The verse ends with a warning that the singer is a danger to women and children, calling attention to their desire to kidnap and turn off the lights.
Line by Line Meaning
I know you hate it
I am aware that you dislike my behavior
Butcher knife is serrated
My knife is sharp with jagged edges
Ever since I could mate
Since I reached sexual maturity
I've been murder infatuated, morbidly fascinated
I have been obsessed with killing and death
So keeping me medicated is probably the only way
Taking medication is the best way to control me
That I'm ever safe to come play with
In order for me to be safe to be around
Hard to understand like I'm speaking another language
My behavior is difficult to comprehend for others
To people who never wrapped up a body inside a blanket
It's incomprehensible to those who never disposed of a dead body
And heave it into a river with heavy shit
Put the body into a body of water with heavy objects to weigh it down
That'll take ya to the bottom
So that the body sinks down to the bottom
I'm telling y'all
Letting you know
Hang with the down trodding
Spending time with those who are struggling
From causing your town problems
Being responsible for the issues in your town
I'm feeding your broke condoms
Giving you cheap condoms
Full of my cum squadrons
Containing my semen
Come from along, got 'em all wrong
Misunderstanding me and my actions
So please don't be surprised when you sleep with my chainsaw
Do not be shocked when I use my chainsaw on you
Addicted to getting brain from dumb broads with smut mouths
Obsessed with receiving oral sex from unintelligent women with vulgar language
To keep away from them bum thoads that go all out
To avoid homeless people who go to extremes
And I'm rap's equivalent to a chemical fallout
My presence in the rap industry is like a harmful chemical explosion
And I'm only here to let them demon dogs out
I am solely here to unleash my inner demons
Who wanna see their skulls outside of they face?
Who desires to witness their own decapitation?
Tuck their tongue inwards just to see how they soul tastes
Curious to know how their soul would taste
Fingers through their temples, touching brains as they meditate
Sticking fingers through the temples of the dead and touching their brains
In a cannibalistic, pessimistic, zombie-like state
In a negative, undead, and cannibalistic state of mind
Overcome and I ain't infected by the sickness
Overcoming the urge to kill and not being mentally ill
My mind's lights out, total darkness and bring the wicked
My mind is filled with evil thoughts and darkness
Like a soul weaver, weaving in and out of consciousness
Like a weaver of souls, going in and out of consciousness
Like the nightmare you can't contain in your sleep, so bitches
Like the recurring nightmare that you cannot control
Here to move for the thought, a headless body on the wall
Moved by the idea of a headless body on the wall
Is it your body? Where's your head?
Is this your body? Where is your head?
It must be down the hall, is it tangled in intestines?
It could be found down the hall, is it entangled in the intestines?
Screaming and trying to reconnect
Screaming and attempting to reattach the head to the body
In hopes of reanimating a head to a severed neck
In the hope of bringing the severed head back to life
I'm a mad man, ate blocks with light malice in hammock
I am insane, eating blocks with little anger, while lying in a hammock
A couple buckles short of our straightjacket
Only a few buckles short of needing to wear a straightjacket
I'm manic depressant - in an essence, I'm fucked up
I suffer from manic depression, and in essence, I am messed up
Can't blast images that appear, and the voices never stop
Cannot control the images and thoughts that appear, and the voices never cease
Even when I cover my ears
Even when I block out the sound
I never said that I was sane
I never claimed to be mentally stable
Something inside my brain got me crazy
Something in my mind makes me crazy
Fuck, call me deranged
Call me insane
Fuck, label me weird and strange
Label me as odd and unusual
There's a thousand voices that say
Many voices inside my head are saying
I should take my broken mind and maybe just do away with it
I should get rid of my damaged mind
Fuck it, give me another minute
Nevermind, give me more time
I'll be laughing, making a casket, laying my ass in it
I will be laughing while making my own coffin and then lying inside
Fuck it, forget it, I've already made it and laid in it
Nevermind, I have already made my coffin and am prepared to die
And nothing's different, my head keeps spinning and I keep grinning
Nothing has changed, my mind continues to spin and I continue to laugh
Cause I'm a lunatic laughing
Because I am a crazy person, laughing uncontrollably
Right from the beginning all the way to the nuthouse
My craziness has been present from the start, and will continue until I am institutionalized
I'll be the opposite of winning but right now
I will never win, but for now
I'm only here to kidnap women and children, and turn the lights out
I am only present to abduct women and children, and kill them in the dark
I've given a hundred degrees of insanity, please
I have an extremely high level of insanity
Go get your kids and your wife out
Get your family to safety
It's only seconds until I go get the knives out
I am about to grab the knives in a matter of seconds
And I told you I'm a couple bulbs short up in my lighthouse
I already warned you that I am not mentally sound
I'm a little bit fucked up in the head
I have some mental health issues
Lyrics © MOMAD MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: Jamie Spaniolo, Paul Methric
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Echo3_
this should have blown up mainstream, this whole album is award worthy it pisses me off how they snub true art for trendy BS.
@shannondunstan6031
The rate these dudes are developing is fucking astonishing. I cannot think of another group that are progressing or maturing as artists at the rate Twiztid have lately in a very, very long time.....Its a beautiful thing to sit back and watch you guys finally start getting the recognition that you deserve and have deserved for years....
Much love from all the way down in Australia
@BebeLush2
I love this. Twiztid just gets better and better.
@JayBlackheart
Nothing against ICP and Psychopathic, but every since Twiztid had left them, i have been feeling their Music a lot more... Like this is possibly the first song since the days from We Don't Die/FreekShow Era that i have enjoyed . Looking forward to more.
@thefreedomguyuk
Jay Blackheart Yes, they are more back to their rough and gory roots!
@themadrapper101
This didn't age well they make emo pop now
@barefootmom101
So much goodness from The Darkness!! Can't wait for the new album!!!
@Jeremiahthejoker
Whoop whoop
@barefootmom101
Whoop Whoop!!
@Jeremiahthejoker
I sent you and add on facebook whoop whoop