There are things that you can't check
Put your head bag to this meth
If you're feeling so inspired
Count the cracks
Now something has come up
The contents of the stomach
Moving in transit
I'm at the summit
I don't care much what you think
As long as you don't say shit
And I will consume all of this
They call me the bottomless pit
There are things so hard to break
And only you can chip away
You must chip chip chip all day
Surely then these things will break