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've got a genocide hand on his forehead



But he got nothing on me







He snuffs the cigarette trees



He loves my hostilities



He brings me flowers and candy and kringle



But that won't satisfy me







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







Collecting things that I've already owned



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



This stuff won't fit down my throat







I got that special disease



That knocks the shit out of me



Cause when I break it, I buy it, I'll own it, I have it, I love it, you'll see