Kringle

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!

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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

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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

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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

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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

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