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I need to mutilate We're going to celebrate our emotional poverty Give the answers all away I painted my suitcase red for the reading Which only ended in conversation rape All they want, genetic telephonic pills Until the Spanish kids got so ill I was home-schooling with a knife in my shoe Never seen corpses act so cruel The self brutality was oh so angular I made him a potion in a newspaper cup Smiled, gave me a shrug, said I was a fuck-up Now I see your face selling Chinese urine She came over the fence With an argument in her head, no empathy Escape strategy I understood her We were trying to share a genuine human moment Just like the way they do in movies I've hit a wall with this suicidal depression It's not the star I'm trying to call I've been standing on the strand far too long y'all SongtexteGo ahead, go ahead! What you want? somebody who will slap away your Blindness? What you want? somebody who would corrupt your heart With too much kindness? Salute to your Busta Rhymes-ness Thank you! Aus Songtexte Mania