Psychostick - Fake My Own d**h and Go Platinum / Hidden Track!!!!!! lyrics

(dialogue) Well you see I wanna sell a million records But my music s**s So what am I to do? They say an artist is appreciated after he's dead I have no talent but I bet that it's still true The lyrics all s** and The chords are too funky We're on a major label 'Cause we're just plain lucky We sold 4 albums To our own mothers We have a few supporters But there aren't many others What if I could live If they all would think I'm dead Oh just what if I could have me a cake And eat it too I'd be set for life No more struggles no more strife Let the money do the talking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man k** myself And all our record sales will shoot up Like an addict Or that poser Eminem Make it a mystery And let them spot me just like Elvis It wouldn't matter 'Cause I'd still be dead to them I'd simply sit back in A house all secluded Out in the forest Self sufficient, pool included Let my name take the place of Fred Durst I could have it all If my label doesn't k** me first What if I could live If they all would think I'm dead Oh just what if I could have me a cake And eat it too I'd be set for life No more struggles no more strife Let the money do the talking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man What if I could live If they all would think I'm dead Oh just what if I could have me a cake And eat it too I'd be set for life No more struggles no more strife Let the money do the talking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I'm a dead man walking I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I'm a dead man walking, ah Dead man walking