Kringle

I got that special disease

That knocks the shit out of me

Cause when you break it, you buy it, you own it,

Cause you get nothing for free

He got that special disease

He eats the scabs off my knees

I've got a genocide hand on his forehead

But he got nothing on me

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

He snuffs the cigarette trees

He loves my hostilities

He brings me flowers and candy and kringle

But that won't satisfy me

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

I try to hate equally

They say that's misanthropy

Cause when I want it, I break it, I burn it, I own it, I have it, you'll see

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Collecting things that I've already owned

I'm schizophrenic when I'm on the phone

I guess that's why I'm never alone

Cause I am never myself

He wants to feed me the pentagram cereal

He puts the spoon in my mouth and I choke

He push it farther and farther and farther down

This stuff won't fit down my throat

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

I got that special disease

That knocks the shit out of me

Cause when I break it, I buy it, I'll own it, I have it, I love it, you'll see

Ooh ooh...