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By day I plot the downfall of society |
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I devise devious plans of retribution |
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Night falls and I am out on the streets |
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Distributing my "political contributions"... |
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No restaurant or cafe |
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is safe from my attack |
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I file among the cooks and chiefs |
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From kitchen to kitchen I plant my "surprise" |
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Discreetly to avoid early detection |
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The next day the news blare my psychotic feats |
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With joy, the terrorism has shocked and offended |
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I take my urine and steaming feces |
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Smear it and mix it within the food you eat! |
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Terrified the city locks the doors of tempered cafes |
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The restauranteurs and patrons revulsed |
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My warm shit burritos can kill... |
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Some folks use bombs, others use guns |
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I find my way deadlier and more exacting |
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My bodily excrement washes your gums |
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Later, fluids bubble from your nose |
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Outbreaks of staph throughout this f**king town |
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The fear is contained and profound |
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The market's my next step, to piss in the milk |
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No one is safe... I spread my hate around |
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Your skin bubbles and smells |
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Your guts burn, you squeal |
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The bile in your throat is gastric acid |
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Your terror will never heal! |
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You fear to eat again |
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I know my revenge is complete |
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To commit such a horrible task |
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To remember my atrocious deeds... |
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To not forget... |
