Dedicated to you, Ben Stiller. You are my favorite. I told you, didn't I? Drama makes the world go around. Does anybody got a problem with that? Yeah, my business, it's my business. Who's guilty? Can I get a witness? First things first, the chocolate starfish is my man Fred Durst. Access Hollywood license. A redneck. I'm Jacksonville. Bringin' on the dumb stuff. A microphone machete's in the back of my trunk. Rockin' so steady with the he says, she says. And don't forget about the starfish navigation system. Don't hate me, I'm just an alien with 37 tons of new millennium. Dum-diddy-dum, where's it comin' from? Mrs. Aguilera, come and get some. Don't know which way to go. To the dance floor, it's to a stereo. Pay me no mind. I've seen the fight club about 28 times. And I'ma keep my pants saggin'. Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin'. And I'ma keep a lot of girls in my bandwagon. Cause I don't give a f*** livin' life in the fast lane. Yeah. I'm just a crazy f*** living it up. Not givin' a f*** livin' life in the fast lane. Yeah. Another crazy f*** livin' it up. Not givin' a f*** in the fast lane. Take two. Now who's the star sucker? I'm the starfish. You silly f***. Puff puff. Give the m**** a cig. Oops. I don't even smoke, but I love the way it smells. Here's a toast to the females. Sipping on champagne from a seashell. I take a counterfeit and pop his ass like a zit with the starfish navigation system. No cheap thrills, baby. Fill the briefcase with three dollar bills. I'm just an ordinary run of the mill fella spittin' out hella mic skills. And I'ma keep my pants saggin'. Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin'. And I'ma keep a lot of girls in my bandwagon. Cause I don't give a f*** livin' life in the fast lane. Yeah. I'm just a crazy f*** livin' it up. Not givin' a f*** livin' life in the fast lane. Yeah. Another crazy f*** livin' it up. Not givin' a f*** in the fast lane. Cause it's so easy to tell a lie. And it's so easy to run and hide. But it's not easy to be alive. So don't be wasting none of my time. This world is like a cage. And I don't think it's fair. And I don't even think that anybody cares. It'll eat a hole. Down the side of me. And it'll leave a scar. Can anybody see? That we gotta get it out. We gotta get it out. We gotta get it out. And I'ma get it out with a motherf*** microphone. Pluggin' in my soul. I'm a really gay boy and gettin' out of control. I'ma keep on alive and continue to be. Flyin' like an eagle to my destiny. So can you feel me? Hell yeah. Can you feel me? Hell yeah. Can you feel me? Hell yeah. If you feel me, then you'll say. Hell yeah. Then you'll say. Hell yeah. Then you'll say. Hell yeah. I'm livin' life in the fast lane. Cause it's so easy to tell a lie. And it's so easy to run and hide. But it's not easy to be alive. So don't be wastin' none of my time. Yeah. Bring it on. I'm just a crazy motherf***er livin' it up. Not givin' a motherf***er livin' life in the fast lane. Another crazy motherf***er livin' it up. Not givin' a motherf***er livin' life in the fast lane.