[Verse 1: gONNA gET gOT]
I am the line
But I ain’t thin like hymen
I’m thick, like my dick
And I’ll fuck up your system
Like weed, and speed, and shit
I need a tit or an ass
A hit or a blast
‘Cause I'm a loser, drug abuser
And I always come last
You can snort me, drink a quart of me
Turn me up and distort me
Hey Ma, why didn't you abort me?
Been in a court or three
I like my girls portly
Call you a retard and don't wait to see what your retort will be
Bend me, shake me
Smack me, crack me
Just like a spine
But you ain't gonna get no further
'Cause I am the line

[Verse 2: Uncle Outrage]
I am the line!
And I'm fine
Don't cry for me, L please
Just another man
Tryin' to make ends meet
With his band Uncle Outrage sucking dick
That's our gig
And this is for
The fucking critics!
You can say we suck!
You can break our thumbs!
Well, don't do that cause
H and Poles play drums
Telling shit, that's our bit
On this track, it's so phat
Come on, bitches, let's sing it loud!
I'll make you fall so hard
You'll think you got the belt
I'll make you fall so hard
'Cause I'm the line

[Verse 3: Stop King James]
Now that Julee is legal
I'm starting to bleed through
I'm not one of those people that flirts without needles
Wake up, I did it all for you
Your nurse fantasy's coming true
Even though I'm not in the mood
You can't Stop King James from bleeding on you

[Verse 4: Erotic Golf]
You can take it, I can fake it, try to make it
More than you can, oh please
Please tell me, god help me
Mothers precious well you must be stop seein'
Stayin' up tonight, Pucker up your lips
Little violent, sugar lips, soft kiss
It's not what you mean, it's because It's what you say
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[Verse 5: Switchee]
'Cause I'm a Mexican not a Mexican't
Come down on your fans with a single hand
Don't understand that it was all a sham?
Got everybody thinking that I'm a band
I was never empty, I was full of shit
If I was black, I'd be a hit
Wanna double cross me 'cause I'm the line
But I'm just too fast, like a Tech9 run
Maybe some day I will be
Just like a rapper named D.G.!
Get you by the balls, you can turn and cough
And tell me one more time just how much I rip off

Because I'm sick and tired of all these fans
Sick and tired of shaking hands
Sick and tired of dead rock stars
Sick and tired of bass guitars
Sick and tired of techno clubs
Sick and tired of 2-bit drums
Sick and tired of all these raves
Sick and tired of Game Boy games
Sick and tired of punching girls
Sick and tired of kissing guys
Sick and tired of Betty's Trash
Sick and tired of MSI
Sick and tired of missing dates
Sick and tired of demo tapes
Sick and tired of getting dropped
Sick and tired of what I'm not
Sick and tired of the industry
Sick and tired of the Triple G
Sick and tired of my jealousy
Sick and tired of indie sleaze
Sick and tired of paying bills
Sick and tired of fucking Nils
This is how I made my millions
(This is how I made my millions)
Sick and tired of everything
I have the nerve to try and sing
This is how I made my millions
(This is how I made my millions)