El Mensaje Real: «Needles»

I cannot disguise

All the stomach pains and

And the walking of the canes

When you, do come out

And you whisper up to me

In your life of tragedy

But I cannot grow

Till you eat the last of me

Oh, when will I be free?

And you

A parasite

Just find another host

Just another fool to roast, 'cause

You

My tapeworm tells me what to do

You

My tapeworm tells me where to go

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey

I cannot deny

All the evil traits

And the filling of the crates

When you (you), do come out (out)

And you slither up to me

In your pimpin' majesty

But I cannot grow

Till you eat the last of me

Oh, when will I be free?

And you (you)

A parasite (site)

Just find another host

Just another stool to post, 'cause

You

My tapeworm tells me what to do

You

My tapeworm tells where to go

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey

Pull the tapeworm out of me

I'm sitting in my room

With a needle in my hand

Just waiting for the tomb

Of some old dying man

Sitting in my room

With a needle in my hand

Waiting for the tomb

Of some old dying man (oh)

You

My tapeworm tells me what to do

You

My tapeworm tells me where to go

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey!

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Fuck me

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