[Verse 1]
I'm on a mission, I've made my decision
Lead a path of self-destruction
A slow progression, killing my complexion
And it's rotting out my teeth

[Chorus]
I'm on a roll, no self-control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

[Verse 2]
Every hour, my blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating out of time
I found a treasure filled with sick pleasure
And it sits on a thin white line

[Chorus]
I'm on a roll, no self-control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

[Verse 3]
I'm on a mission, I got no decision
Like a cripple running the rat race
A wish in one hand, shit in the other
And see which one gets filled first
[Chorus]
I'm on a roll, no self-control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Well, I don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

[Outro]
Geek
Stink
Breath

[Spoken]
Alright, here's a brand new fucking song
What?
What?
"Eye of the Tiger"?
No, we'll get to that stuff, come on, those are the old hits
This song's called "Nice Guys Finish Last"