Fined Time (clean version)

[Verse]
As I look what’s here in front of me
I can’t quite believe what these eyes have seen
Mounds of sugar (gap) in the stupid pit
And all the while I smile ‘cause I’m the wunderkind inspired by nothing really
In an empty box just like Christmas time with a bunch of gifts for your (gap) kids who are slumbering in their big bunk beds
Twisting off, you feel like giving up
I’m getting off
You already quit your job
You’re (gap) your worthless (gap) for thirty bucks while I’m (gap) that in a dirty stall
My squirting sounds like rip tides (gap) moths or filling bottles, a whole beach-load of the filthy (gap)
A drip just did not come out Timmy’s spout ‘cause he’s a (gap) son just like Chisel, whose background really (gap)
St. Pat’s is pointless, unless you celebrate employment with drinks at waterhole (gap)
(gap), your mother is so good at covering over it and acting like a noble queen
So get real, (gap) opulence is tarnished by (gap) nothingness
You’d be lucky if your daughter was the biggest (gap) and then got the stinking award for it
‘cause history would know you for something, albeit stigma of course and
Trash heaps don’t make the newspaper
But Sally does (gap) down for her neighbor, (gap)
You least of all deserve these greasy paws getting what (gap) put feet to floor for
You rich (gap) are the (gap) people to grip the shore and live it longer
The more money, the less lovely ‘cause god despises ugly
You must (gap) dummies for pennies and have (gap) with degenerates’ chips
‘cause the world times three trails behind me
Why is wasting so fine in (gap) wasted mind?
I just did this when I escaped your bind, (gap)