I've got another story to tell

Check, check
Wake up get out of bed
I put the third and fourth eye on my head
Made my way to the fridge for some breakfast
But the fridge was empty, so man, check this:
I made my way out the front door
Alls I had to do was head down to the store
But the voices kept nagging me that I need more
I got out my phone and called my drug dealer

(Hello?
Hey, yo [beep] do you have any shit?)
(Yeah, for sure bro, head on over to the crib.)

Instead of eatin' I walk in the streets
And I can't help but feel like I'm just kinda defeatin'
The purpose of my existence, but these goddamn voices are so persistant (C'mon!)
I get to my drug dealer's house ('Bout time)
And as usual he lays one out
Damn, I do feel better
You voices really know your shit man, go figure (That's right!)

We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than fuck with you until you're dead
We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than fuck with you until you're dead