I got a dichotomy inside of me like sodomy my brain and body fight on the potty part
of me wants a lobotomy
It's botherin me you need to bottle me into a pill sell me at CVS next to the dill
Viagra for the terminally ill
Sick and out of control I tried Chicken Soup for the Soul, a dick in my hole, but that didn't
roll
Like grassy knoll I shoot my mouth off take my top off on
Get my rocks off on Prada knockoff I'm gone, I cop rock on the dope block I'd rather rot than
cop dope
I'd rather snot than snort coke I cope with Diet Coke, no pope no beau elope alone on the low
No dough but for those in the know, I'm famous you know? (No)
Sick of talk I'd rather cough sick of rap mixed with rock
Sick of Kid Rock makin off on the chart while I'm caught makin art
I'm a narc smokin trees in the dark part of the car park-Keep on Moving I stopped
Ache for home but can't go there surrounded and lonely I don't care
But you see, I really do, I do…Don't let the look fool you
I'm the worst I'm the best I'm a mess I'm a stress
This is the first time you heard this song but then you know the rest
My Lex -no Lex my Tech decks are all wrecked
My ex is on Ex I'm a sex symbol and no sex
I'm shy and kinda awkward when it comes to the men
But I'm Princess Superstar and I got a big mouth like the men-Watch
I'm horny cut like Lizzie Borden fuck this biz I'm bored n keep a Source award
Locked in a mental ward with a guard warden
An oxymoron-I'm a moron and I swore on the Koran I'd never be poor
But now I'm tourin for