Risk, pain, risk, pain, GG Allin and Francis Bacon said the same
And thirteen years on, shit, I done collapsed my veins
But don't regret a thing, like that motherfucker Robert Relf
See, I'm a motherfucker too, the difference is I love myself
'Cause sinusitis, man, you wanna apple lattice pie?
That's why I got this steel hemet, to protect what's inside
So to clutch at life and troll its ass, man, just to get a rise
'Cause I know that every time I close my sickest pretty eyes...

Now - inspiration is my weapon, a Beretta twelve, I think
And my rapping's like my asshole, 'cause they totally fucking stink
This shit is scat, a call to ass, to all the sickest core
From Horus, God of sky, protection, pussy punk and war
This queen who fell to Earth, you know I'm heaven-sent,
Destructo porn that's born of love and just a little contempt
For your apathy, 'cause sudden death-end syndrome's such a bitch, you see
And every time I close my eyes, well, it could be...

A-kill-laka-Luis-gasm-rage, 'cause violent sex is nothing new
I wanna score a fucking key and shoot it up with Sue
Then smash my head against the wall, like GG Allin, knock me out
Or Burroughs, Sid and Noosha Fox, the kind of people I'm talking about
Sweetheart, you can't get it up, I laughed until I shat
The still point that all else revolves around is sex, the central fact
You want some inspiration, then let's fuck, these sexual rhymes
Sorry I bore you, fags and art fags, I guess the nineteenth time I come could be...

The final curtain, final call, let's not forget the final hit
But these won't be my final words, because I'm full of shit
You see, my fear of psychic death is that which makes me kiss and kill and fight
And jump the bones of everyone within my sight
Now - the cardboard cut-out sun comes up
The cardboard cut-out landscape calls
This dawn, I'm trusting, isn't false
And looking out, I want it all
I wanna snatch reality by sex, a little stealth
Yet underneath the surface, I still feel there's something else...