I Stole Things from Chris Houlihan’s Room But You Can’t Prove It

[Intro]
This was made in Hell (Hell House)
Spizzy, hahahaha, tell them!

[Verse]
I am not a fucking mused (No)
Where is my fucking muse?
The news is too much, it's fucked up
My youth fell off the back of a dump truck (Hahaha)
I haven’t had blood in my mouth in days (Or years)
I'm holding my dick screaming sex pays
I'm afraid of dying but I crave it (Do it)
Every worm I kill I save it
Make me a root beer float with the poison in it
We can split it (You first)
I’m angry 'cause someone stole my blanket as a child
I'm angry 'cause this bathroom has mismatched tiles
I keep coughing but it's from weed not Corona Virus (Are you sure about that?)
Charlie Brown ratted 'bout the blanket
Fuck all the lame bitches
I'm a get a hold of Linus and beat his fictional ass ‘til I'm found naked
In a parking lot stabbing a trashcan on a bunch of painkillers (Is that cool?)
Keep telling me how much you don’t like my attitude
I’ll marry your father and buy him a winter coat
And he'll show you his gratitude (What does that even mean?)
(Are you just saying things for shock value?)
Jackknife powerbomb a goat off the roof (You’re not even impressive)
When I go hard, I'm the goat off the roof (Have you heard what they're saying about you?)
I'm known for strangling optimism with reality (True)
I’m choking myself with my shoelaces just to pass time (True)
Cut off all my hair ‘cause It was too long like my damn life (True)
I could slit my fucking wrists now and end it all trouble free (Do it)
But I left the knife I'd wanna use in a submarine (Fuck)
Rocko's Modern Life and chill? (With who?)
I got jelly beans, you can have the ones I don't like
Is that cool homeslice? (I'm okay, tell them)
Why does every date night end with me searching out a gravesite? (Keep going)
Why does every fight end up creeping into the next night? (‘Cause you're an asshole)
Go to hell (We live here bro)
Built a raft out of bibles and that shit sank
Quicker than the level on my drink (How's that working out?)
I'm doing fine (Are you though?)
Get out of my mind
I'm sick of this life with no choices
The voices are running the show
It's not even me, it's just us now and all our thoughts painted black
We want our mind back
We want our mind back
(You ‘ain't getting nothing back)

[Outro]
This was made in Hell (Hell House)