The staleness

Let Me See Your Throat Thing There Buddy I'ma Chop It
See the Idea's to Make You Die (Stop It)
I Dont Know Why But Your Heartbeat Ofends Me
I Need to Cut You Off At the Wind Pipe Desperatly
(Like,how About Cutting Your Own Neck)
I Did 17 Times Why You Think I Talk Like This
Before I Cut Myself "This Was My Voice"
Now Gimmie Your Neck Pipe You Dont Have no Fuckin Choice
(I'm Not Ready to Die) Neither Was Easy-e
What Makes You So Fuckin Special You Can Escape the Wrethe
(You Mean Wraith)i Said Wraith Now Shut the Fuck Up
And Gimmie Your Wind Pipe So I Can Cut That Mutha Fucka
(Pick Sombody Else) I'm Pickin Anybody I Can Find
And You Happen to Be the Next Mutha Fucka in Line
(Ok Lets do It) Keep Still Right There
And About 123 of Those Mutha Fuckas I'm Outa Here

Let Me Make Your Pain Be Gone
I Wanna Stab,stab,stab Its Like
Murdering Be Giving Me a Calm
I Need to Yea,yea,yea
Let Me Make Your Pain Be Gone
I Wanna Stab,stab,stab Its Like
Murdering Be Giving Me a Calm
I Need To(Hawhat Kind of Circus Is This)

How You Gonna Gimmie a Straight Jacket When I'm Crooked
Took It Shook It Ripped It and Unzipped It
And Waited For the Nurse Guy to Bring Me My Tray
Jumped Him From Behind and Turned His Head Backwards My Way
Took All His Keys and a Crate of Methadone
Masturbated On Myself and Leaped Out the Window
Then I Turned Around and Whent Right Back Inside
Once I Realized I Could Have Grabed a Gang of Fermaldahyde
Suddenly Another Fuckin Guard Shot Me
I Played the Whole Movie Shits Off Like "You Got Me"
Laid There Playing Dead and When He Checked My Pocket
I Jabbed My Fuckin Thumb Knuckle Deep in His Eye Socket
By Now There Was Guards Everywhere
I'm Steady Cuttin Heads Off Surfin On a Wheele Chair
And Too Mant Bullets Finaly Put Me Away
But Was It the Real Violent J

(Chorus Repeats Twice)

I'm So Sorry That I'm So Stale
I'm So Sorry I'm Stale
But Still I Gotta Murdur Your Face
Man I'm Sorry I'm Stale
(Repeats)