Music Is Reflection Of Self.

I'm Stupid, I'm Ugly, I'm Dumb, I Smell. Did I Mention I'm Stupid?

Before I Was Famous, When I Was Just Working In Gilbert's Lodge, Everything Was Moving In Slow Motion.

Since Age Twelve, I've Felt Like I'm Someone Else,'cause I Hung My Original Self From The Top Bunk With A Belt.

Youre Still Beautiful To Me, Cause Youre My Mom.

I Don't Speak, I Float In The Air Wrapped In A Sheet I'm Not A Real Person, I'm A Ghost Trapped In A Beat