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            He snuffs the cigarette trees    He loves my hostilities    He brings me flowers and candy and kringle    But that won't satisfy me            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            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            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