All hail the crowned, silver-tongued bastard of a burb
Probably crash a train of thought and stain the carnage on a curb
Till I'm braindead
Maybe just enough to bump a dead beat
Drag around a bag of bones and grill the f*cking dead meat
Fund my Make-A-Wish with every quarter from a fountain
Keep the scheme going: pillage the malls, get an accountant
Learn the Midas touch
Turn a such and such into something useful
He's good as gold
Now the gold will keep him golden youthful
I was never good at portion control
I'm taking bodies, take emotions
Take the mind and the soul
I'm a glutton when I'm strutting and I smile like a scoundrel
I'm a Hungry Hungry Hippo
Better take another mouthful
Licking the spoon clean
Then onto a new thing
Big biter I'm chewing
And dripping and drooling
I'm feeding and fueling
Yeah, I gotta couple cakes
You can bet that I'mma eat em' too
Sucking down the sweet
And then I'm spitting out a rotten tooth
Taking all that now
And the kitchen sink
Dixie cup and some ambrosia
I'mma take a drink
I'm self-serving as you're looking with disgust
Yeah, it's Mine! All Mine! and it still ain't enough
Whoever said that less is more
I got a little something for em'
Whoever said that less is more
I got a little something for em'
I thought I told you
This is Mine! All Mine!
I swear I told you
This is Mine! All Mine!
I know I told you
This is Mine! All Mine! This is Mine! All Mine!
And it still ain't enough
I thought I told you
This is Mine! All Mine!
I swear I told you
This is Mine! All Mine!
You better listen
This is Mine! All Mine! This is Mine! All Mine!
And it still ain't enough