Well, it's a Saturday, in July, 1992 It's gotta be like 3 o'clock or some shit I hate everybody, and the more I think about it The more I hate 'em And it's just people, man It's the fucking people I mean, I looked in the mirror and I said That looks cool, man, you look like an ugly motherfucker Like a skinny little weirdo How can I walk around town the way I am Knowing that I know who I am And you people looking at me Like I don't know who the fuck I am? That I expect all of you to realize who I am And that's me being unreasonable I don't like to let people make me make decisions By looking at them and saying: I think they're saying this But they give me this attitude like Like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing Bug the shit out of me, man, you know? I keep moving and moving and trying to stay A step ahead of people Even if it's a step ahead in a direction That no one's going to go, you know Not because they're frightened But because no one's going to go that way And you need a lot of directions to go forward to go I can't stand it, I'm so fucking picky That's the way I am with my music My shit comes in, and I'm like Yeah man, that's a nasty song And now it's like: Alright, done In a sense of like, man, when I first did it It sounded cool, and I know it sounds cool And I know if I play it for people, they'd go Holy shit, that's a nasty song, man That sounds like fucking on steroids and shit But it's not that It's the fact that I hear these new things Every time I fucking do something, you know? And then I lay them down and there they are And then I move on And it's so fucking hard when you gotta be The fucking everything at once I mean, do anything, motherfucker And get this shit out '92 How long have you been doing this shit? You've been doing the shit you've been doing for a year And then, you've got some nasty shit Let me tell you You always had shit coming out of you That was never a problem The problem was being able to associate it with yourself Now you know what you are Next thing you do is to make everybody else know Who you are, fucker You put things together that don't go together That's what it's all about Creating is putting things together that don't go together And you make something else Because it's all about progress, motherfucker I am progress Get off of your fucking lazy ass And make something better than I made That's the thing, it's mostly, no That's not me, that I'm so worried about who I am More than I'm worried about who I'm not And I mean, you know, maybe I look like a fucking idiot Maybe it's not the next thing I'm not saying I'm trying to get hip on the hip thing It's all, it's not a matter of fate It's a matter of choice I mean, that's one thing I got I think I will never lose that I may not always be Angry Boy My music may not always be hard-edged or soft-edged Or weird, or not weird Or straightforward, you know? But the one thing I will have Not to sound fucking hokey Is a definite, fucking, companionable sense of humor Definitely different, I'll give you that And besides all of that bullshit Is I know what I'm doing Nobody ever trusted that I knew what I was doing Ever since the beginning of fucking time Nobody thinks I know what I'm doing I know what I'm doing! You know if you don't do your homework You gonna fail, you know that? What do you think? What do you fucking think? If you don't go to college You're not gonna get a good job You