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name is Christian Def y'all And to bad the right, y'all, and to the right, y'all, Because I prey upon the living at bad night, y'all! MMMANIAC bad WITH AN IGLOO The beat here is a waltz. This is the only song where the bass is fake. Guitar's real though. I wrote this waayyyy back in 1993, while working as a graphic designer. So you want to rub noses Like the Eskimoses I suppose dis might shock you A walk through my psychosis It grows like osmosis Not a good prognosis I grab my harpoon and serve you like Hostess I'm a Maniac With an Igloo not a shack or a lean-to I'm not making fondue I'm waving a harpoon you say, "Watch where you're aimin' dat!" But I don't give a fuck; I'm an Eskimo maniac Serial killer, the Norman Bates of the Arctic I don't hesitates to start shit When I kick Now I got blood on my Mukluks Tough luck, dumbfuck I'll make you upchuck when I Swing, diddy, swing, diddy, swing with my nunchucks Don't play by the handbook, so motherfuck Nannook Jeff Keedy needs to go the fuck back to Cranbrook Give you a hotfoot to see if you're flammable They call me a cannibal And it's so true You're next for my home brew cus I need some mo' stew Nibble your toes and compose an ode to Death and destruction
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