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Your head's like a haunted house A 'tutti frutti' written over the caption Miss diagnosis a-with-a the mostest Cue the evil smile Desperation can led to madness De-de-degradation is a must The A-B-C's of leprosy Need a hand? Take mine We're subleem, sublime Fake apologize Fucks in short supply Too late, too sick, too young Bag the gag reflex, spoken tongues Seance, say what? Say man, don't even think about it Push the pest-aside Xana-do's and Xana-don'ts Edumacate me, copulate me A dirty trick and it's making me sick (Urgh!) (You okay?) I'm fine Let's go! Is my sign We're subleem, sublime G-g-g-goddamn crime Letras de canciones Tonight I'm gonna put up a fight I'm gonna get a reaction that I like Burn the days I reject your displays I demand satisfaction or the knife To trick the light fantastic, one takes wire on the shins Petty disguises worn like skins, a distinction, nice Drink the Kool-Aid and swallow the pill You say that you don't and you won't, but you will Busted Your head's like a haunted house Peeping at your mumbo jumbo Outta sight, going bump in the night Screwacide With posterier so superior Ain't in the race for second place Circumstances in my pants is calling for action Girl, I'll blow your mind Then you will blow mine We're subleem, sublime Goin' for a ride From Letras Mania