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The secretive typeI like to creep in the nightBut I speak under my breath to be politeI'm talking about youUnconspicuous keep killing that sweet feelingThe mystique's buildingI only speak to the freakishly sheep childrenFor some cheap thrill thingI'll be willing to make purchases on my credit cardAs long as its of discrete billingI am expected to get murdered by bombsSo I open up my mailbox with surgical tongsRubbing antibacterial paste on my virginal palmsLet me guess the littlest complex in Oedipus works for my momzI've heard of the song by the guyWhat's his face who say's those thingsI love that songI think its called ambiguityAnd the music beHanded to you and meIn the form of animal crueltyI'm heading to the labratoryTo free some mice todayHeading back to the labTo prove the skin color of Jesus Christ is grayImpressionable minds have nothing even nice to sayYour brain is putty in my handsMy man it seems just like some claySee I'm strangeI'll take my time to rearrangeYour frame of mindYou'll want to be the Sage wait in lineWith the rest of them grape vinesSwinging idiotsYou ain't busting no grape and making wineYou ain't duplicating my rhyming bitchI'm older and dirtier than that bastard baby Jesus isMasterbating penises in a alley way where she just isThinking that's enough and it isAsking can I liveIs the way these asinine kids imply that they are deadAlready they areGet in your carRelease the breaksPut it in neutralI won't steer you wrongThis way to the futureFollow alongCome follow me