Murder Mouth

""Exceptionally odd, I'm an exceptional oddball
Madchild pickin' up the phone when God call
Crack ya like a softball, musty like a mothball
Madchild, I'm out of shape like a trapezoid
Give me a couple thousand bucks and get your track destroyed
I only act annoyed, I'm actually happy to be here
Like alcoholics lappin' up free beer
BcX WcR - three tier, jump you like a leap year
Pumpin' like a deep fear, something that I keep here
You get it? or do I sound pathetic?
Or am I down five pounds and give junkies credit?
Call the fucking medic, I'll chase you through the forest
With a butcher knife on steroid, still really arrogant
Much nicer now than I am off the hillbilly heroin
Kill silly derelicts willfully, still fully think that I need a therapist
Jihad yelling yee-haw, I'm a retard
Harder than the concrete with rebar, arriba, andale
What a wonderful, fun, son of a gun with the underlay
From London to Thunder Bay
One of the wonder bred
Smarter than a guy with a hundred heads
Scared to look under the bed, must have been something I said
Saying I'm fucked in the head, give me a bucket of bread""