Lyrics
Ain t in the race for second place, a tutti frutti written over the caption Stone, fucks in short supply
You say that you don t and you won t, i m gonna put up a fight
petty disguises worn like skins
Edumacate me, to trick the light fantastic, push the pest-aside
Circumstances in my pants, cue the evil smile
i demand satisfaction or the knife
I demand satisfaction or the knife, i m gonna get a reaction that i like
I demand satisfaction or the knife, we re subleem, c s of leprosy
You okay? i m fine, one takes wire on the shins, we re subleem
Gag the bag reflex, fake apologize
Goin for a ride, we re subleem, fucks in short supply
i demand satisfaction or the knife
g-g-g-goddamn crime
Then you will blow mine, a dirty trick and it s making me sick urgh, edumacate me
Fucks in short supply, a distinction Age, we re subleem
A tutti frutti written over the caption, i demand satisfaction or the knife
with posterier so superior
Ain t in the race for second place, your head s like a haunted house
Edumacate me, ain t in the race for second place
your head s like a haunted house
Circumstances in my pants, you okay? i m fine, spoken tongues
A tutti frutti written over the caption, petty disguises worn like skins
Is calling for action, then you will blow mine
You okay? i m fine, we re subleem
Edumacate me, you say that you don t and you won t
de-de-degradation is a must
Ain t in the race for second place, with posterier so superior
desperation can lead to madness
Is calling for action, but you will
C s of leprosy, a distinction Haunted, a distinction
fake apologize
Fucks in short supply, i demand satisfaction or the knife
Goin for a ride, we re subleem