I got manicured fingers and toes
I got four layers of pee-soaked clothes but I'm still condescending
Your ass and teeth permanent browned
Your face is permanently frowned
And I have everything I want

Your life's gotta really suck
You gotta hustle all day just to make the bucks
To get high enough to forget about what you've become

You're the one who lives nowhere
You think you're life's more than a game of suits and ladders
When nothing really matters
You're not just fluous, you're superfluous
You don't actually do anything
A human redundancy

Forty year old Macallans
Forty year old English ounces
Henry the IV double shot

I just finished a bottle of Old Crow
I just bought a case of Chateau Margaux, not the 95, the 96

Your house is of corrections
Your house is full of collections of crap you bought from selling others out
You're the one who has nothing
Your life is a game of unstable bladders
When nothing really matters
You woke up today covered in droppings
When the bottom drops
My life won't change a bit
But yours will turn to shit

You are a superfluous man
I am a superfluous man
You're quite a superfluous man
I am a superfluous man
You are a superfluous man
I am a superfluous man
You are a superfluous man
You are a superfluous man
I am a superfluous man
You are a superfluous man