Lyric Dichotomy
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 ½ the door and watch porn at 4 in the mornin recordin the bass player
snorin
At the Red Roof Inn while Korn gets bored at the Four Seasons
Hardcore and don t drink I m part Mormon my Minora, lord, I got Christmas decorations
Impatient I m patient paid like Peter Gatien erasin past ace education,
My brother was once at Yale now he s on methadone-Nice vacation
Paradox got a pair of rocks in a jewel box but the type of rocks you find in ya tool box
Your school socks bust locks in ya mind dine like a lion pack I leave the meek behind
Line drive like a lineback I m weak for weeks at a time
Peep me look like a prep speak like a freak lead like a sheep love animals eat lots of meat
White but rhyme on the beat speak at the beep
…Are you there? I can t sleep, my new song is amazing but like not good enough to keep
I m starving I can t eat, I m hot I got cold feet, hope you sleep better than me
Hope you feel better than me…My life it s just a dichotomy
(And I m smart but did I use that word properly?)
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 ½ the door and watch porn at 4 in the mornin recordin the bass player
snorin
At the Red Roof Inn while Korn gets bored at the Four Seasons
Hardcore and don t drink I m part Mormon my Minora, lord, I got Christmas decorations
Impatient I m patient paid like Peter Gatien erasin past ace education,
My brother was once at Yale now he s on methadone-Nice vacation
Paradox got a pair of rocks in a jewel box but the type of rocks you find in ya tool box
Your school socks bust locks in ya mind dine like a lion pack I leave the meek behind
Line drive like a lineback I m weak for weeks at a time
Peep me look like a prep speak like a freak lead like a sheep love animals eat lots of meat
White but rhyme on the beat speak at the beep
…Are you there? I can t sleep, my new song is amazing but like not good enough to keep
I m starving I can t eat, I m hot I got cold feet, hope you sleep better than me
Hope you feel better than me…My life it s just a dichotomy
(And I m smart but did I use that word properly?)
