I’m wasting all my money, I’m wasting all my breath
and it's not even funny, but Imma do it nonetheless

don't know where I'm running to, but one thing is for certain
everything I've ever done is really quite disturbing
and I don't mean to brag, like "I'm such a crazy person"
it is just a fact, that my synapses are hurting

cursed with the genetically degenerated brain of a
retarded chimpanzee, still try to feed it with commands it
cannot deal with, like injecting kerosene with high octane into
the fueltank of a fifty year old motorcylce from the Philippines

waiting for the laughter, wait till the everafter
and it’s a long way down there
I’m blowing on my cards from the backside of the charts
I can still read the fine print in blood

I’m wasting all my money, I’m wasting all my breath
and it's not even funny, but Imma do it nonetheless
I’m wasting all my money, I’m wasting all my breath
and it's not even funny, but Imma do it nonetheless
nonetheless, oh nonetheless, oh nonetheless
Imma do it…Imma do it nonetheless

my time might have run out but I forgot to check the clock
I probably still got a minute to slap you with my cock
no money left, no brain inside, how am I gonna win this fight
maybe I'll sell a million records, when you think that I have died

plotting from the grave, my plans are cracking up the pavement
I destabilize society till you hide in your basement, all the
waves I'm sending are just static, still I'm gonna let you have it
clone myself a billion times and hang me in your attics