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Kringle
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I got that special disease
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That knocks the shit out of me
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Cause when you break it, you buy it, you own it
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Cause you get nothing for free
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He got that special disease
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He eats the scabs off my knees
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I got a genocide hand on his forehead
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But he got nothing on me
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(Chorus - just "ooh ooh, ohhh")
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He smokes the cigarette trees
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He loves my hostilities
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He brings me flowers and candy and kringle
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But that won't satisfy me
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(Chorus)
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I try to hate equally
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They say that's misanthropy
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Cause when I want it, I break it, I burn it, I own it, I have it, you'll see
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(Chorus)
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Collecting things that I've already owned
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I'm schizophrenic when I'm on the phone
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I guess that's why I'm never alone
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Cause I am never myself
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He wants to feed me the pentagram cereal
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He puts the spoon in my mouth and I choke
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He push it farther and farther and farther down
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This stuff won't fit down my throat
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(Chorus)
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I got that special disease
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That knocks the shit out of me
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Cause when I break it, I buy it, I own it, I have it, I love it, you'll see
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Kringle
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| Jack Off Jill |
