| Each time that I hear a shrill word out your mouth
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| There’s just one thing I’d like to do
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| But I must confess before we move on
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| There’s something I must say to you
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| Eat shit! |
| And live, you’ll never be the same
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| Or go die! |
| But I feel you’re much more fun in pain
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| Eat shit! |
| And live, I’d rather see you squirm
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| So feast now, or soon be food for all the worms
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| I know that my methods are twisted and sick
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| I’m sure you didn’t have a clue
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| Of all of these fucked up things that
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| I planned the second I got a hold of you
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| Eat shit! |
| And live, you’ll never be the same
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| Or go die! |
| But I feel you’re much more fun in pain |