I'm Stupid, I'm Ugly, I'm

Of All The Albums I've Made, I Still Don't Feel Like I've Made The Perfect Album. I've Had Ones That Touch On This, And Others That Touch On That, But Never One That's Just Perfect And Fully Relevant. I Don't Know If I'll Ever Make It, But I'm Certainly Trying Every Day.

You Don't Wanna Go Eggin' Him On. It'll Never Be My Chair That Your On, Crown So Tight That It Cuts Off Circulation To The Brain No Oxygen. Other Words There's No Heir To The Throne.

Question Is, Are You Bozos Smart Enough To Feel Stupid?

I Get Imaginative With A Mouth Full Of Adjectives, A Brain Full Of Adverbs, And A Box Full Of Laxatives, Shittin' On Rappers, Causin' Hospital Accidents.

Step By Step, Heart To Heart, Left Right Left. We All Fall Down Like Toy Soldiers. Bit By Bit, Torn Apart, We Never Win.