I'm one with the raindrops
But there's yet another sound
Now, could it be that Jeff
That f**ing prick who you owe some money from the
From the bet that you lost to that f** Jeff who works
Down the studio
Paranoia taken in
Temper rises paper thin
Evil lurks in every vein
Now it's time I k** again
See the real behind the lie
See the evil in my eyes
How good it feels I can't disguise
You're on your way to paradise
It wasn't the mailman
Yeah sure it was Jeff
He would not go away
So I stabbed his sick a** into quiet a mess
A mess it took me a while to disguise but now
There's no more Jeff
The f**ing ba*tard's gone