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 got a genocide hand on his forehead
But he got nothing on me!
Oo oo ooh
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He smokes the cigarette trees
He likes my hostilities
He brings me flowers and candy and kringle
But that won't satisfy me
Oo oo ooh
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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
Oo oo ooh
Oo oo ooh
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Collecting things that I already own
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
The stuff won't fit down my throat!
Oo oo ooh
Oo oo ooh
Oo oo ooh
Oo oo oo
I got that special disease
That knocks the shit out of me
'Cause when I break it
I buy it, I own it
I have it, I love it, you'll see
Oo oo
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