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 PRINCESS SUPERSTAR - Dichotomy Lyrics

I got a dichotomy inside of me like sodomy my brain and body fight on the potty part
of me wants a lobotomy
It's botherin me you need to bottle me into a pill sell me at CVS next to the dill
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Viagra for the terminally ill
Sick and out of control I tried Chicken Soup for the Soul, a dick in my hole, but that didn't
roll
Like grassy knoll I shoot my mouth off take my top off on
Get my rocks off on Prada knockoff I'm gone, I cop rock on the dope block I'd rather rot than
cop dope
I'd rather snot than snort coke I cope with Diet Coke, no pope no beau elope alone on the low
No dough but for those in the know, I'm famous you know? [No]
Sick of talk I'd rather cough sick of rap mixed with rock
Sick of Kid Rock makin off on the chart while I'm caught makin art
I'm a narc smokin trees in the dark part of the car park-Keep on Moving I stopped
Ache for home but can't go there surrounded and lonely I don't care
But you see, I really do, I do…Don't let the look fool you
I'm the worst I'm the best I'm a mess I'm a stress
This is the first time you heard this song but then you know the rest
My Lex -no Lex my Tech decks are all wrecked
My ex is on Ex I'm a sex symbol and no sex
I'm shy and kinda awkward when it comes to the men
But I'm Princess Superstar and I got a big mouth like the men-Watch
I'm horny cut like Lizzie Borden #### this biz I'm bored n keep a Source award
Locked in a mental ward with a guard warden
An oxymoron-I'm a moron and I swore on the Koran I'd never be poor
But now I'm tourin for ½ the door and watch porn at 4 in the mornin recordin the bass player
snorin
At the Red Roof Inn while Korn gets bored at the Four Seasons
Hardcore and don't drink I'm part Mormon my Minora, lord, I got Christmas decorations
Impatient I'm patient paid like Peter Gatien erasin past ace education,
My brother was once at Yale now he's on methadone-Nice vacation
Paradox got a pair of rocks in a jewel box but the type of rocks you find in ya tool box
Your school socks bust locks in ya mind dine like a lion pack I leave the meek behind
Line drive like a lineback I'm weak for weeks at a time
Peep me look like a prep speak like a freak lead like a sheep love animals eat lots of meat
White but rhyme on the beat speak at the beep
…Are you there? I can't sleep, my new song is amazing but like not good enough to keep
I'm starving I can't eat, I'm hot I got cold feet, hope you sleep better than me
Hope you feel better than me…My life it's just a dichotomy
[And I'm smart but did I use that word properly?]