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I hate the way i feel, music keeps me from inflictin,
pain upon myself, man that sounds so sickenin,
truth is i don't remember what it's like to love,
and i don't love myself, it'll never be enough,

i puff the stuff but my mind keeps workin,
stop shakin the baby his head can't be jerkin,
don't poke the soft spot, what is wrong with you?
you've gone and changed so now we're finally through,

well honestly i was never fine only hypnotized,
the second we connected, the hour in between your thighs,
you still got the funk, pubic aroma,
i'd take you out to get your diploma,

get hit by a car, take your place in a coma,
wait while i chill with Dorothy in Oklahoma,
we're all here waitin expectin a harsh decision,
put sunglasses in darkness just to lose your vision.