Today a drop of semen, tomorrow a pile of Ash
I sound like I look, like I'm about to crash
My hands are made of briar my heart is broken glass
Lets get down to business; I'm in it for the cash
The world is full of hazzards, the drains are full of clogs
I here to discuss your hygenine not hear your monologues
The pigs are in the meadow pretending to be frogs
The devil's in the ghetto slow dancing with the fog
Everybody hates the shit I do
Rip thinks the worms are too good for you
Eating broth made from a thorn bush, bread made from cement
This is what we get for being arrogant
There's monsters in the hallway, but we're invisible to them
I was impressed the prison mess was so decadent
Everything I make is a waste of energy
Don't get caught up in my wake, its an emergency
I'm trying to relate, but I'm doing it poorly
You're more foreign to me now then you ever meant to be
Everybody hates the shit I do
Rip thinks the worms are too good for you you you
I dared a generation to rob me of my soul
I'm not sure I have one, but man I'm on a roll
I've said ten thousand words that will someday take a toll
How could I know the future would be so emotional?
I never had instructions on how this should go
Amidst all this destruction, you'd think by now I'd know
Some day you'll find these songs and say "another one of those
That spent his life composing and all his time alone"
Everybody hates the shit I do
Rip says the worms are too good for you
Maybe I'm not well adapted
Success depends upon being well crafted
If it were up to me I'd never leave my room