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