i don't wanna be famous and get my picture in the paper with the headlines read i think this is the god who made you with all them b**hes and ba*tards with the big mouth for backstabbing critics dis not to miss all the dirt to be grabbing the effects of the scandoulsness of my entire reality to be dripping in the of a self inflicted me i'll be singing with a broken heart is gonna help me top the chart which brings to the point that happened just back at the start i don't wanna be famous and blow my horn like miles davis s** here on my dick and then tell me im the greatest all them ba*tards and b**hes get me starring in the pictures im gonna be f**ing huge now tell me who the f** is jesus to be number one under the sun i'll need a gun to knock you out and just to get it right i'll need the best agent around get me in the magazines in my nudity with a little cutie girl whos famous just like me i don't wanna be famous and be adored by loving strangers make my music sh** but just make sure it's contagious masterplans to think instead the song should stick right in your head radio rotation play it over till it's dead driving fancy cars to fancy bars to make a point im on it and in the intermission do some chicken on your bonnet my egos gonna grow till you can find me floating in the sky in the fire in the light i'll be stokin