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I don't know about anything but prophecies and lotteries All your talk of averages are wicked words and blasphemy Take all the adding and subtracting Wrap them up in sheets of plastic now Take all the decimals and the fractions Take them all out to the trash bin now I don't need Pythagoras cause I have ifs and buts Ptolemy means shit to me if I can't feel it in my gut Take all the adding and subtracting Wrap them up in sheets of plastic now Take all the decimals and the fractions Take them all out to the trash bin now We're done with math