so you're saying I don't make you happy again...and it turns out you're a test.
I'm gonna pass you this time along with all the others, I'm gonna pass go and collect two hundred dollars and not of you little metal fuckers are gonna stop me even though you've lapped me so many times, I'm gaining on you. You won't even notice, sit back and count your hotels.
I just set fire to ten years worth of failure and I don't intend to see it again. I found a use for that purple nail polish remover shit, doused all that fucking crap in it and sent it up with a little blue plastic bic, fuck.
I'll Wake Up New[sic].

This has gone on long enough

too long,
The buck stops here
'cause I'm filling it with buckshot
rifle-totin' is making way for rifle-firin'
and I'ma shoot-shoot-shoot
or get hit 'n die tryin'
'cos iffin' I don't get it right soon
w'ha-ha-hell, hell, that aint livin'