Your honor, I'm a freak removed, handcuffs, leashes
Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin'
Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in
Never lost a fight, but I'm lookin' for a beatin'
In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya
If he ate my ass, he's a bottom-feeder
Big D stand for big demeanor
I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya
If it don't hang, then he can't bang
You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain
If he fuck me and ask "Whose is it?"
When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah
"I got high last night on LSD, my mind was beautiful, and I was free. Warts love my nipples because they are pink, vomit on me baby, yeah yeah yeah. A blind man's penis is erect because he is blind, it's erect because he is blind"
You'll never be able to stir macaroni without thinking of the song. It's in your brain, etched deep like a childhood trauma. Never, ever will you escape it. You'll go years without thinking about it, and then your mom serves mac n cheese at dinner, and you're under the table in the fetal position, wavering between tears and a throbbing erection, the song pounding between your ears.