When I rap I talk about the pain inside The problems you went through back in junior high. Computerized beats We got 'em from the start Then Chester comes along and "Sings this part". Then I rap some more I say it all again like I did before. Formulaic flow, one guy wears headphones Here comes the same old chorus You know the way it goes.
I just scream and shout Don't know what I'm so pissed off about Our success is hard to figure out.
Now I'm rapping again You thought that I was done Just like rap/rock back in 2001. We never sold out, we had nothing to sell Is your CD on repeat? "You can't tell" It's all the same We gotta DJ even we don't know his name You do what you can when your a TRL band And 12 year old girls are your number 1 fans
Now I break it down I'll sing soft and not so loud We are masters of overproduced sound
Time to yell again Still pissed off my god it never ends (I'm gonna rap a little here) Our CDs belong in the bargain bin.