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Infected, collected-- what's the sound? Bells tolling, wheels rolling "Bring out your dead, cus kool kieth they're getting swollen!" And kool kieth all their loot gets stolen: that's your pay for risking delay But to me, it's just kool kieth another business delay ......You might say I'm an asshole, safe in my castle, yelling: "Keep dying, cus I need a new passel of hypothalami!" And if I get caught, I've got a psycho-alibi But who'd apprehend me? Offend me and I'll rend thee Limb from limb. Grim Reaper is prim and proper compared to me The head lopper: you're scared to be near a Hip-hopper operating so carelessly Fearlessly dissecting a section gives me an erection Expand my selection, Collection of glands for twisted romance I'm sick like Gilles de Rays, a disgrace to France My Frog analog: He's kinda odd... Flipping young kids like Pogs But west of the channel, I confess that I handle Parts of the endocrine system To get me all loopy and spend my own jism Like fission I get hot with a plot or a mission But far from impossible, so fuck Tom Cruise More bad news: I'm irresponsible and sexually freaky Like Siegfried and Roy, but not so sneaky: I repeat my joy at every opportunity to unleash my lunacy With impunity, and then I'm soon to be Inheriting more glands; maybe it's your glands I don't ignore glands that live above the neck
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