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Rarely does chi factor intoThe type of people he chooses to consumeHe likes them big and overgrownMore meat to gristleMore muscle he can honeTwo monks from a deliHe siracha'ed and jelliedAnd made a corset out of them for his bellyA Haitian from Florida is now a rug in his foyerA girl from Delaware is a high-arched back chairThe paperboy's a paperweightAlbert is a lampshadeThe fireman's an ashtrayThe DJ spins as fan bladesWhen would it end, Oh, these horrible things?He asks himself nightlyVoices in his head sing:You're born what you're meant to beIf you're bad then be bad the bestIf you're good, stay away from meWe're a bad influence for the bestSongtexteIf you want to steal, go and steal what you wantIf sniffing women's heels gets you off, I won't watchAnd if you got to dress like a fox in distress in the woodsWell, you can, and you could, and you shouldHere's the story of a lovely ladyWho had three daughters who drove her fucking crazyShe hacked them up with an old macheteAnd threw a party with dead daughter confettiI comb my hair (HAIR!)I brush my teeth (TEETH!)I eat my peas like a good boy's supposed toI wear a tie (TIE!)Boa constricted (SNAKE!)I eat my pride like a lion's supposed toYou're born what you're meant to beIf you're bad then be bad the bestIf you're good, stay away from meI'm a bad influence on the bestYou're born what you're meant to beIf you're bad then be bad the bestIf you're good, stay away from meWe're a bad influence; we're the best Aus Songtexte Mania