Your head's like a haunted house
A trutti frutti written over [?]
A misdiagnosis [?] the most-est
Purely evil smile
Desperation can led to madness
De-de-degradation is a plus
The A-B-Cs of leprosy
Need a hand take mine
We're supreme, sublime
Fake apologize
f**s in short supply
Too late, too sick, too young
Catgut-like reflex of the tongue
f**ing jump
[?]
Don't even think about it
Push the pesticide
Xana-dos and xana-don'ts
Matriculate then copulate me
Dirty trick and it's making me sick
(You okay?) I'm fine
Laughter is my friend
With complete supply
[?] god damn cry
Tonight
I'm gonna put up a fight
I'm gonna get a reaction that I'm right
From the day
Slap my dick in his face
I demand satisfaction
For the night
[?]
Petty disguises [?]
More like skins distinction [?]
[?]
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
I'm a psycho [?] 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
[?]
[?]
You know I polarize