You want to.

Basically, you probably shouldn't bring me to the party
If you're gonna play your stupid fucking music
I'm an artist. I'm a genius
Guiding humans towards a new reality
You grin and say Okay and then invite me anyway and so I
Hop into a pouch that you cut open in your belly
And your skin is super cozy, and I'm centered and already
Feeling pumped for like whatever
The Prodigy, Missy Elliot or
... like, Drake? Or whatever's on the radio...
Whatever man! I know I'm full of shit
And I try to be super clever and witty but, like
That isn't me!
See this one's for humility!
Breastmilk!
Capability!
Humanity!
Banality to level my insanity and
Vanquish my vanity
And valiantly
Conquer this calamity and...
Um are we just going in thru the backdoor?

Please no. Oh no no no no

I'm just tryna know myself, in case
I'm really someone else
Just red in the face
I'm searching for the master of this place
And who is the slave in this here race
That's waiting to die out?
You bitches!
Dem niggas
Are practically screwin
Your whore skulls
Into oblivion
Come and get it you seedling!
Why don't you join in?
And shove your middle finger down my throat
'til I'm thin

You want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you wannnnnnnnt toooooooooooo

Hidden in the toilet was a present with a pretty bow around it but I had to take a shit
And left it where I found it
Now I'm drowning in
The people in the room
I take off all my clothes
So I can swallow up the moon like a raindrop
On the tippy top
Of my tongue and sliding downwards
To make the pain stop
And then you say
Devyndevyndevyn
Nothing makes the pain stop

Nothing makes the pain stop

Nothing makes the pain stop