Everybody wants to be
A celebrity
They want to go to Hollywood
Oh how rude
They're stealing my place
within the stars
So I must run them over
with stolen motor cars

Another audition to a cancelled show
How low can I go
And now I mourn
'Cause I'm not equipped for A-class porn
Brothas are taking my place
within the stars
So I must run them over
with stolen police cars

Idiots from elsewhere
Come and die here
Idiots from elsewhere
Come and spread fear

Everybody has the need
To bleed
For the five minutes in fame
To get a name
But they're stealing my place
within the stars
So I must run them over
with plastic toy cars