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I'm Numb
02:44
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Someone's pulling on my sleeve
But I don't feel a thing
Someone's kicking me in the shin
But there is no sting
Somebody's pulling out my hair
And now there is none left
Someone's putting me in the electric chair
And now I'm all dead
But I'm numb
I'm numb (I don't feel)
I'm numb...
And now they're stamping on my feet
And they break my toes
I feel no cold I feel no heat
And that's so it goes
Shoot me a hundred times I don't care
I'll die but I feel no pain
I hate to tell you I'm not scared
Zombies could eat my brain
'Cause I'm numb...
Poke me with a fork
Stab me in the face
Tickle my toes
All over the place
Sticking in the knife
Move it all around
Gouge & gouge & gouge & gouge & gouge
I won't make a sound
'Cause I'm numb...
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Stop now don't catch me
Don't use that killer pin
Don't put me in that frame
With my next of kin
Stop now don't kill me
You know I don't wanna die
I'm not giving my body to science
'Til I'm done with it if you don't mind
I'm not quite as interesting
When I'm frozen in time
Everybody's got a hobby
But murdering me is a crime
I'm more than something to look at
On your bedroom wall
There's more to me than being pretty
Somebody's gotta take the fall
Stop, now...
Tell your friends at the museum
To take up another trade
There's gotta be something better than this
A cooler way to get paid
Don't use that microscope
Don't put me on that glass
Even though I know it helped Jodie Foster
In Silence of the lambs
Stop, now...
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Beerly deloveahh
She wants her special pleasin'
With something deeper than reason
I spread you with a kiss
For something you can't resist
I still hold you close my dear
Even if it's only in the rear
You know I'll bring the heat
All over your perfect round seat
Sweet Fannie White Sweet Fannie White she wants the stimulation
Sweet Fannie White Sweet Fannie White not a fake ass simulation
Sweet Fannie White Sweet Fannie White not a passing trend
Sweet Fannie White Sweet Fannie White this is me with you & your sweet end
My aim is true when I'm heading
Into your dark place when your spreading
You don't really care if you can see me
My face is buried deep in your squee
It's a hole new world back there
A place for me to work in your underwear
Butt I can't help myself all I wanna do is ring your bell
Sweet Fannie White...
She wants to be stimulated
Her passion cannot be sated
I gotta aim for the center of the whole thing
My finger or my tongue running circles verging
Fannie White she's into sin
I gotta do some hedging in
She's bordering on creaming
At twilight's last reaming
She's educated I'm her Studs Turkel
Another non-fiction Pulitzer when I encircle
It's getting cold now it's late autumn
So let me get down & warm up your bottom
Sweet Fannie White wants a rimjob
Sweet Fannie White...
I'll be so much than her little heartthrob
When Sweet Fannie White wants a rimjob
'Cause I'm on it when she want it
Her emotions are swimming
When I'm rimming & trimming
When I'm edging & wedging
Ornamenting when she's bending
I'm a crazy fucking genius like Charles Mingus
So feel me swing this with this anilingus
She wants a rimjob
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