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        Fuck Dat; ReX
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Derranged in the brain, definatly not sane, totally inane.
Derranged in the brain, definatly not sane, totally inane.

I'd like to tell you a little story,
Now this may sound a little gory.
There was Chris who had thick glasses,
He always stared at the girls asses.
When he was a boy he didn't get out much,
Wasn't with the rest of the world as such.
One woman at work he really admired,
The woman caused him to be inspired,
One day Chris asked her out on a date,
They went to a restraunt and ate.

Derranged in the brain, definatly not sane, totally inane.
Derranged in the brain, definatly not sane, totally inane.

There was only one thing on Chris's mind,
Yes, he is the one track mind kind.
On the way home the car he did park,
To fuck the bitch was his mark.
Chris didn't waste a second, straight into it,
She didn't like it and chucked a fit.
Now Chris was having fun and didn't stop,
He grabbed her around the neck and, pop.
She didn't move, yeah she was dead,
Chris drove the corpse home to his bed.
Then he started doing things really wack,
That's right, Chris was a fucken necropheliac.

Derranged in the brain, definatly not sane, totally inane.
Derranged in the brain, definatly not sane, totally inane.