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I got that special disease That knocks the shit out of me Cause when you break it, you buy it, you own it, Cause you get nothing for free He got that special disease He eats the scabs off my knees I've got a genocide hand on his forehead But he got nothing on me He snuffs the cigarette trees He loves my hostilities He brings me flowers and candy and kringle |
But that won't satisfy me I try to hate equally They say that's misanthropy Cause when I want it, I break it, I burn it, I own it, I have it, you'll see Collecting things that I've already owned I'm schizophrenic when I'm on the phone I guess that's why I'm never alone |
Cause I am never myself He wants to feed me the pentagram cereal He puts the spoon in my mouth and I choke He push it farther and farther and farther down This stuff won't fit down my throat I got that special disease That knocks the shit out of me Cause when I break it, I buy it, I'll own it, I have it, I love it, you'll see |
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