Princess Superstar - Dichotomy lyrics

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Princess Superstar - Dichotomy lyrics

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 gra**y 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 s** symbol and no s** 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 f** 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 ? the door and watch p**n at 4 in the mornin recordin the ba** 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 j**el 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?)

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