Fake My Own Death and Go Platinum / Hidden Track!!!!!!

(dialogue) Well you see I wanna sell a million records But my music sucks So what am I to do? They say an artist is appreciated after he's dead I have no talent but I bet that it's still true The lyrics all suck and The chords are too funky We're on a major label Cause we're just plain lucky We sold 4 albums To our own mothers We have a few supporters But there aren't many others What if I could live If they all would think I'm dead Oh just what if I could have me a cake And eat it too I'd be set for life No more struggles no more strife Let the money do the talking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man Kill myself And all our record sales will shoot up Like an addict Or that poser Eminem Make it a mystery And let them spot me just like Elvis It wouldn't matter Cause I'd still be dead to them I'd simply sit back in A house all secluded Out in the forest Self sufficient, pool included Let my name take the place of Fred Durst I could have it all If my label doesn't kill me first What if I could live If they all would think I'm dead Oh just what if I could have me a cake And eat it too I'd be set for life No more struggles no more strife Let the money do the talking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man What if I could live If they all would think I'm dead Oh just what if I could have me a cake And eat it too I'd be set for life No more struggles no more strife Let the money do the talking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I'm a dead man walking I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I'm a dead man walking, ah Dead man walking