| Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort's "Freaky Tales" (Biatch!)
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| Having creepy visions of whiskey drinking
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| And envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells
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| I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals
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| But when murdering females
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| Better pay attention to these details or you could be derailed
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| Better wear at least three layers of clothing or be in jail
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| If you get scratched because your DNA'll
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| Be all up under her fingernails
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| Man, he hears you, I don't think he cares
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| He gives a fuck, even his pinky swears
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| Three personalities burstin' out of me, please beware
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| Her TV blares, can't hear the creaking stairs
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| She's unaware in no underwear, she's completely bare
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| Turns around and screams, I remember distinctly
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| I said "I'm here to do sink repairs."
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| Chop her up, put her body parts
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| In front of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em there
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| But hey man, I was framed
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| I know what this looks like, officers
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| Please just give me one minute
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| I think I can explain
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| I ain't murdered nobody
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| I know these words are so nutty
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| But I'm just here to entertain
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| How come your shirt is so bloody?
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| There's a missing person, so what? |
| He's
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| Got nothin' to do with me
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| I'm almost certain I was framed
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| Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was wrong
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| Think I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
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| Donald Duck's on, there's a Tonka Truck in the yard
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| But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?
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| Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
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| Must go above and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent upon me
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| Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde
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| Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
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| Second murder with no recollection of it
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| Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections from it
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| Memory's too fucked to remember, destructive temper
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| Cut my public defender's jugular then stuck him up in a blender
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| Another dismembered toddler discovered this winter probably
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| 'Cause the disassembled body
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| Was covered up in the snow since the month of November oddly
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| I'm wanted for questioning
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| Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me
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| But hey man, I was framed
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| I know what this looks like, officers
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| Please just give me one minute
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| I think I can explain
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| I ain't murdered nobody
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| I know these words are so nutty
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| But I'm just here to entertain
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| How come your shirt is so bloody?
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| There's a missing person, so what? |
| He's
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| Got nothin' to do with me
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| I'm almost certain I was framed
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| Still on the loose, they
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| Spotted me inside McDonald's Tuesday
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| In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your college roommate
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| With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
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| Or was it Cool J? |
| The cops is on a goose chase
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| Just escaped from the state pen
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| For [edited] eight women who hate men
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| Don't make it no weirder, I'm naked
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| When I break in your basement
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| Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
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| Facin' the door, remainin' patient while stayin' complacent
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| Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get thrown
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| Insinuations are placed in little riddles and poems
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| Left on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home
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| You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
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| But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder scene
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| In a verse and be charged with first degree
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| 'Cause it just happened to match up perfectly
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| With the massacre or the Burger King burglary
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| No, officer, you see...
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| I was framed
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| I know what this looks like, officers
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| Please just give me one minute
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| I think I can explain
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| I ain't murdered nobody
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| I know these words are so nutty
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| But I'm just here to entertain
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| How come your shirt is so bloody?
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| There's a missing person, so what? |
| He's
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| Got nothin' to do with me
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| I'm almost certain I was framed |