My life is just a microcosmic fucking joke
I don't have any rhyme or reason to drag through the mire of my own wake
reminiscing my 90's tighty white swag
I have conceived a generation of fags
face to face with reality, I think I'm on the edge of unbridled insanity
I will journey to the Boston streets to track down a hippy clown
to buy a hefty dose of some pure liquid LSD
I will reign supreme as a Hollywood god, they won't touch me
forgetting all about my idiocracy
like that time I jabbed a fucking gook's eye out for two dozen beers
I've been selling biker meth to all of the children
then I'd meet their parents; hook them up with the pills, man
if they were black I'd throw rocks in their face
should have been born white you fucking disgrace
breathing apprehensively I hold the dose over my eye screeching violently, the vile ruptures in my hand erupting a cascading money shot of lysergic secretion, taking its rightful place all over this faggot face!
strutting along this ghetto alleyway reality deliquesces, abandoning my corporeal form
chromatic apparitions permeate the airwaves just before
inevitably cowering before a foreboding silhouette - revealing itself to me.
Taken by fear, this form is branded into memory; vivid shining teeth
Amused, he politely leans to me with a clever sheen, roaring with a towering esteem
