It's Meltin' Pot, non-stop; don't even talk to me If you spell Words with a 'Z' or our name without an apostrophe But I'm some kinda freak who's constantly annoyed That nobody really likes but he tries to be your boy Ha! I'm hella chokin' off that grape kush coughin' And took so many drugs that my brain's cooked rotten Talkin' hella shit on my facebook comments ADD makes it so I can't stay put often You wanna step up well get served amigo You never played the game you just learned the cheatcodes I'm recruitin' pilgrims for the revolt I'm takin' drugs n' makin' music like we were the Beatles I'm punk rock- like Turbo negro I used to be inn cult callled the Purple People I used to be good then i turned to evil I used to be clean and now it burns my peehole When I urine it hurts; it's the return; the sequel Of my version of tyler durdan; that's words' ego Kinda hard for me to go and take the full drive The first rule of fight club is don't say the same rule twice I'm fuckin' bulldikes and chicks who can't get none Leavin' bodily fluids and stains behind with the bedbugs And then I'm onto the next one No sign of protection High off the endust The redheaded stepson Ready to ef up stuff and then cut Before anybody notices and gets us Redrum- you know i hate these stupid rappers Make'em all kill themselves when they play my music backwards So go ahead and get hyphy in your scraper My future is odd like Tyler the Creator Oh fa sho- you know that I'ma leave 'em on a sour note Everybody hit the fuckin' deck like we bout to blow SWAG- EITHER YOU GOT IT OR YOU DON'T -SO LEMME SEE THEM DEVILHORNS, BROTHER- ROCK N' ROLL SWAG- LEMME SEE YOUR HANDS -I AIN'T ASKIN' NICELY THESE ARE MY DEMANDS SWAG- EITHER YOU GOT IT OR YOU DON'T -SO LEMME SEE THEM DEVILHORNS, BROTHER- ROCK N' ROLL SWAG- LEMME SEE YOUR HANDS -I AIN'T ASKIN' NICELY THESE ARE MY DEMANDS

He woke up hungover with the indigestion; head pounding, got dressed and quickly stepped he's got to be at work- in a second skipped a balanced meal and had a cigarette for breakfast in the car; keys in the ignition; he hits the engine searches for radio stations, but doesn't hear shit that gets him -And he wonders if he has a soul- or if it's left him It's like life goes on forever as if it's endless -In the morning- the traffic is relentless and it feels like a sport the way they drive so aggressive ...and he's pissed cuz some dick cut him off in the intersection ...at the very least... his middle finger's an extension an expression of the rebellion held in against oppression he got caught with glued on angel wings tryna get into heaven and the sights and the sounds of this city- he finds depressin' and he's gonna run forever in fear the past will catch him CHORUS: AND FOR SOME- YOU KNOW- TOMORROW NEVER COMES- EVERYDAY IS THE SAME- AND THERE ARE NO BETTER ONES- YOU KNOW HE WAITED BUT TODAY CAME WAY TOO LATE- AND THE SHADES OF BLACK AND WHITE START TO FADE TO GREY VERSE2: in his cubicle- while he does his work- he thinks about what it's worth, and why his stomache hurts EVERYDAY- the tension is mountin' becomin' worse- if he doen't do somethin' about it, he's gonna burst!!! everyone on earth wants to learn it the hard way he spends all day rehearsin' the words that I'd say it's lunch- but still he's not even hungry and he can't think of nothin' left to love but there's gotta be something and it probaly means he just needs some more sleep he asked God for help but he ignores me \so keep conforming and dreaming and snoring and thinking everything's boring and reaching for things - that don't exist- like happiness- the rest of my life can't be this working and stacking chips with uncle sam taxing it who I am taking a backseat they actually have trapped me and I'm just understanding this chorus