Where's the remote?
Hit pause
Who's really been a friend to me?
The things I think when I can't sleep
I don't really wanna' watch a lot of T.V
But I count channels instead of sheep
I count enemies and sins I reap
I count endlessly and pace the streets
My brain's too full and it bothers me
Maybe I need a lobotomy
Subliminal schemes
I'm a Creep being
Soaked from wet dreams
Chased by Karma Police
Cartoons all day, keep the pain away
Most doctors are Looney, anyway
Everyone will know me in a year or two
I'll get that good job because I stayed in school
Kids will like my third album cause they'll think it's new
I'm Bart Simpson man, who the hell are you?
Get it? Because I'm mad animated
I'm also confused if I'm self-made or created
By ghosts with emotional problems I can't even meet
If Jesus was still alive, would he wash my feet?
Would I still be a man without a religion?
Would I follow a man who I thought had vision?
Would I wake up one day and start wishing
Waking up was my worst decision
If I lived here you'd have to evict me
If I didn't exist you'd have to invent me
I'm f**ing nuts, you should probably commit me
"This is f**ing dope!", is what your comment should be
But I don't write your opinion, you don't write my raps
Some people can only yell if it's in all caps
Trolls live in a fantasy life: internet cocoons
I exercise in the Danger Room
Yeah, my mind's just a little chaotic
Trying to figure out how to make my life into a product
Imagination a weapon, my life “In-A-Gadda”
DeVito short but a large body of work
You sell fool's gold to tools, I make gold from dirt
You swim in above-ground pools, I'm at one with the Earth
Your ego's paid in full, someone else computes your worth
I'll have my people, call your people, to leave a memo that you're merced
Because there's not a lot of artists impressing me
And you can put that in your motherf**ing press release
You wouldn't be a feature on my motherf**ing mix CD
I've been to the future and your reply means sh** to me
I saw myself devour you and become twice as cool
You should be scared of my faith, like kids in bible school
You're so vain you think this song's about you
Damn right this song's about you
I can't sleep, I can't
Maybe I'll just put on Beetlejuice
Because I've seen it 167 times and it just keeps getting funnier
Each and every time I see it!
So throwed