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