Refrain
And the moral of the story is
And the moral of the story is
(Work!) till your arms fall off
Till your abs get hard and your bone’s all soft
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb

Verse 1
I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
you gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
focus it's Quiet [bad word] on let's go kids
everybody get together with a study buddy and then talk about then [bad word] that I don't give
Because it's so big and explosive
but a lotta people don't live
they don't ever get a motive
but if you got a goal you gotta hold onto it that what hope is
If I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is
work is my church and so the studio's the closest
I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest
don't be so [bad word] just be focused on your own [bad word] 
cause we supercalifornialisticyandweknowsit/
you're not my biness
I go for number one, not a top five finish
you can have a chicken pot pie
but I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popey's spinach
i'm rotweiler
pop my collar
when I pop my fur
you're on my nerves
mark my words
gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf

Refrain
Verse 2
Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany
honestly, can't you tell I'm working, [bad word] don't bother me
show some modesty, if you're watching me/
a [bad word] is anybody in my way it's not misogony
But if yer blockin me
I will soon defeat you
build a bridge above you
Or I'll tunnel underneath you
I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers
If I need to I will go right through you and absorb your [bad word] powers
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear
I'll gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years/
I finger bang my fears
I'll [bad word] punch a dragon
Even with the himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
Waiting doesn't work, and praying may [bad word] through
And hoping doesn't work. So I will be the one to (work)

And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
No weirdo’s rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo