Well I tried to paint my mind 
But now I'm stuck here in the middle 
Got this scalpel in my hand 
I'm operating on this riddle 
Got my tongue on tight-knot 
On my forehead placed a label 
Took all my inspiration 
Cause your name was on the table 

Let's talk about me, 
Let's talk about you, 
I know your type 
I know exactly what you wanna do 
And if the money's right 
You think I'd disagree 
So sell your single twenty 
Pop a head and sell the script? 
And sell yourself 
Don't be a fool 
Sell yourself 

Sell yourself 
Don't be a fool 
Sell yourself 
Sell yourself 

All my memory shard [bad word] dirty little pieces 
Choking on your cancer, waitin' on to new releases 
No more need to operate 
You are ready for the masses 
Nothing more to give you 
You are ready for the masses 

Let's talk about me, 
Let's talk about you, 
I know your type 
I know exactly what you wanna do 
And if the money's right 
You think I'd disagree 
?So sell your single twenty 
Pop a head and sell the piece? 
And sell yourself 
Don't be a fool 
Sell yourself 

Sell yourself 
Don't be a fool 
Sell yourself 
Sell yourself 

Sell yourself 
Sell yourself 
Sell yourself 

Sell yourself 
Don't be a fool 
Sell yourself 

Sell yourself 
Don't be a fool 
Sell yourself 
Sell yourself