Oh Well

These motherfuckers better get with the movement

They ask me what I live for, I live for the music

Ride into the sunset, homie I be cruising

Confusing all the doctors, they're convinced I'm not human

I feel like a fusion of a martian and McGregor

Leaving corpses in the streets and telling artists to do better

I be going ham on rappers till their arteries are severed

Need a thick goth bitch who's into art and smoking pressure

My record is stainless, headed for greatness

I'm the best of my age, I'll never be basic

They reckon I'm brainless, but I'm blessing the stages

While incredibly faded, when I die I better be famous