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I hate Freud because I think he's telling the truthI don't need to be told I'm an animal trapped in a boothThat's a metaphor for a much lazier writerIn real life I'd get my ass kicked, but never in street fighterRaps a big pool where's the deep end I'll just wade inDisappear into the underground like a cone-headed RaidenI post lectures off temple on monotone laden maiden who's raving he's about to go super saiyanSon Goku scribed overly wordy haiku's about how I'd rather run instead of fight youYou betchum I'm Ash Ketchum with no RaichuI kill them with kindnessAnd just to spite you I have no enemiesJust people who aren't my friends yetAnd when they are I'll barrow moneys and never repay the debtOn the freeway you passed me in a bright yellow corvetteAnd I was peddling a whirlybird invention that I stole from some bloke at the ugly nerd convention in LowellIt's the return of the kingThe third Lord of the...I don't have a hip-hop careerI have a hobbyWhich leaves me unloved like a younger brother BobbyI'm gathered around grandmothers in a knitting groupAs vegetarian at the potlucks so I can only eat the soupI'm a crummy musician not a conjurer of cheap tricksI can't purchase a quirky beat at Jo-Anne's FabricsSongtexteI'll never be commonplace with these slow dance mavericksI could've been a lounge singer in a themed sports barPerused my Pokedex to find it wasn't in my cardsI'm beginning to find satisfaction with Futurama repeatsOpen folder, my life, program file, dignity, deleteThis is for my cats who are obligatorily finishing undergradTo the the perfect sons for their wonder dad'sI'm no German WunderkindI'm a brown kid with a healthy distrust in RepublicansMy stomach warns me when trouble is a bubblin'This is for my brothers slaying mental BalrogsAnd my sisters who have to deal with proverbial ball-hogs Aus Songtexte Mania