Queens - Head like a haunted house lyrics

Your head like a haunted house A tutti frutti written over the caption Misdiagnosis with-a the most-est Cue the evil smile Desperation can lead to madness De-de-degradation is a must The A, B, C’s of leprosy. Need a hand? Take mine We’re subleem, sublime Fake apologize f**s in short supply. Too late, too slick, too young Gag the bag reflex, spoken tongues Séance? Say what? Say man, don’t even think about it Push the pesticide Xana-dos and xana-don’ts Edumacate me, copulate me A dirty trick and it’s making me sick. (You okay?) I’m fine “Let’s go” is my sign We’re subleem, sublime G-g-g-goddamn crime. Tonight I’m gonna put up a fight I’m gonna get a reaction that I like Burn the days I reject your displays I demand satisfaction or the knife To trip the light fantastic, one takes wire on the shins Petty disguises worn like skins, a distinction, nice Drink the Kool-Aid and swallow the pill You say that you don’t and you won’t, but you will Busted. Your head’s like a haunted house Peepin’ at your mumbo jumbo Outta sight, go bump in the night Screwicide With posterior so superior Ain’t in a race for second place Circumstances in my pantses Cumming for action Girl, I’ll blow your mind Then you will blow mine We’re subleem, sublime Goin’ for a rideee.