I choose nothing over one and three 'Cause your face ain't satisfyn me I choose nothing over everything You do or say, don't want you to stay A new style made me lose my ink Too darn straight, with lips in sync I'm on the run, the run, looking for a clue What's up with the sweatpants, dude? I don't understand it What's the fuckin' fuss? I can't even stand it You can't sit, you can't sit with us I don't know what you trying to do Dressed like a kid at age 42 Selling my records, buying dope for the cash 'Cause your so called art gives me a rash I don't understand it What's the fuckin' fuss? I can't even stand it You can't sit, you can't sit with us I want my money, my money, money, money back