Look at that complex, frigida on the windowsill
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She forgot she was human
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Allow it and it will pull you out of your sweaty skin
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The sight knocks and you take in the insults and pain
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One, two, three, victim. |
We see the scene here
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For your wife, you are no partner so over the wall
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He hurls his insults at you, you are foaming at the mouth
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She unleashed so much anger on you, you take it as an open defeat
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Who kicked your balls? |
(Who you, who kicked your balls?)
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You stand in front of her tiny as in the court of God
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You are afraid she has power over you like a knife in her hand
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It rides on you, it floats on your dignity
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She gives a shit about how you feel
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Your boiler is raging, don't be a human doormat
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You're inflating her ego, she thinks you're mental Botox
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Her shoe hit her rectal opening
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Foam, pppppena, baseball bat
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He whispers in your ear from the trunk
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Hold my hand, I'll hold you in return
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Tell me why you're foaming at the mouth
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Foam, pppppena, baseball bat
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He whispers in your ear from the trunk
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Hold my hand, I'll hold you in return
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Tell me why you're foaming at the mouth
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One day you'll explode like Worvine on Taiwan Street |
Spaghetti massacre and you'll basically hurt
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Only to your own (psyche, psyche) psyche
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Fuck your hard drive, to put it mildly, you're going crazy
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Slaps will fly, you will throw lightning
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When it all fits together like Tetris
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I filter it through the beat when my life sucks
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I am asking God to believe in me
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So that he doesn't become a moron who beats small children
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What he's been drinking since morning and wants to drive away his nerves
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Hostage to your own self-medication
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Closed in your head bro where are you
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Lost like a white Lassie, everyone in the class
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They'll wipe you off like chalk chalk (chalk chalk chalk)
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When you let them, they occupy your right
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Live on this earth dude trust me
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Foam, pppppena, baseball bat
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He whispers in your ear from the trunk
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Hold my hand, I'll hold you in return
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Tell me why you're foaming at the mouth
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Foam, pppppena, baseball bat
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He whispers in your ear from the trunk
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Hold my hand, I'll hold you in return
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Tell me why you're foaming at the mouth |