The devil is real, and I can prove it/ Cuz' I'm dope as hell/ Only Beelzebub would tell me that I'm a loser/ but he's subtle/ he can tell I'm intelligent/ uses cunning to confuse me/ sells me something to compel my self-abuse/until////a Bell rings/ not the one that saves you from a quiz/ Mr. Belding would expel me if he'd seen the things I did// But it wasn't me who led Jessie Spano to flash those tits/ Dustin Diamond was a prick/ Yeah he died, and I'm fine with it////I mean the bell you never choose/ Rebellin' don't help if you chosen/ Misdemeanor to felony/ seldom a fella's toll hits to well-wishin' zealots in autumn/ Helluvan' oddity, too/ "The blues" are only truly awful when you're without em////

Hook:

Victory!

See me get into it when I'm winnin/ My kid wouldn't have been christened one minute before permittin' me/ Maybe I'll get laid on the way back from splittin' time-space into infinity/ open-faced divinity// whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, ass-for-brains crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/ bad liars and actors/

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me

V2:

My dick is impressive/ Even just yesterday, Lex Friedman insisted in an essay he tweeted/ in an inter-dimensional podcast-posited digital thesis, "The fourth horseman of the apocalypse is Steven Bailey's penis"////

That was mad sloppy

(hint hint)

like I like it/ Guess you caught me/ I'm a copy of a copy (don't spit)/ You can kick rocks with that "Ai Papi" dogshit/ I used to have a soft spot for the underdog/ (Then I went and pawned it)//// It's not even like all my shit is even that inspired/ I'm addicted/ This is crack, and trust me: not all crack is fire// Plus I'm tired/ It's amazing my family ain't fileted/ Cuz I've been wired, high, maniacal, nearly a damn DAY////

2nd Hook:

Misery!

See me bitch snifflin' when I'm into it/ The layers of my cake'll make you shiver like an inuit!/ Maybe I'll get laid on the way back from splittin' time-space into infinity/ open-faced divinity//whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, masticate crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/ bad liars and hackers/

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me

V3:

I'm a romantic at heart/ and my heart was what I wore/ Had I planned it (bad start)/ when my heart did she then pour a vat of acid/I'd have left and kicked her out of my pad/ bitter and mad/ scrambled/ "Careful Dat' A$$ on the damn door!"//// But I was poor/ Not on money/ yes on pussy/ not on drugs/ On a currency that's currently busted called self-love// But best believe I'm stacking it now/ and she can see it/ If she's watchin' me watch my cock in her mouth/ it's for a reason//// And we're copmlex/ together and alone/(all three of us)/ That's an inside joke/ we keep it funny/ cuz' when grief is just a creep-tip-step away on the corner/ Bein' mean's a must/ She used to beg and plead to fuck/ What did I needed porn for?////

FINAL HOOK:

Jittery!

See me be shifty when I get horny

I get definitely irritable/ murder someone by morning

Maybe I'll get laid on the way back from splittin' time-space into infinity/ open-faced divinity// whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, ass-for-brains crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/ bad liars and actors/

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me

Literally!

See me get pissed when you misuse it

I don't want a fuckin' shout-out

Just death to these millennial students// You may have seen fierce, but you've never seen ruthless. Next time they'll believe me that the truth, this whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, ass-for-brains crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/haphazardous blackguards /

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me