Your head's like a haunted house
A trutti frutti written over the caption
A misdiagnosis with-a the most-est
Cue the evil smile
Desperation can led to madness
De-de-degradation is a must
The A-B-Cs of leprosy
Need a hand take mine
We're supreme, sublime
Fake apologize
Fucks in short supply
Too late, too sick, too young
Catgut-like reflex of the tongue
Say 'ahh', say what
Say 'man, don't even think about it'
Push the pesticide
Xana-dos and xana-don'ts
Latch on my cape and copulate me
Dirty trick and it's making me sick (Urgh!)
(You okay?) I'm fine
Laughter is my friend
We're supreme, sublime
G-g-g-goddamn cry
Tonight
I'm gonna put up a fight
I'm gonna get a reaction that I'm right
From the day
Wag my dick in his face
I demand satisfaction
For the night
To trick them all because of which is why I'm ashamed
Petty disguises more like skins, a distinction, vice
Drink the kool-aid
And swallow the pills
Say that you don't
And you won't but you will
Busted
Your head's like a haunted house
Peepin' at your mumbo jumbo
Out of sight, goin' bump in the night
Suicide
Make my cereal so superior
And in a race for second place
Circumstances in my pants
Is calling for action
Girl, I'll blow your mind
When you with your [?]
We're supreme, sublime
You know I polarize
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