Self Destrukt
Chill Bump Lyrics

I laugh at life, keep cracking my jokes.
I maintain a carefree attitude towards life and cope with it by staying amused.

I cannot panic, cry or get mad if I'm broke,
I refuse to let financial instability negatively impact my emotional state.

won't be sad to die from the packet I smoke,
I am comfortable with the idea of death caused by my smoking habits.

won't quit when cancers attacking my throat.
I won't allow throat cancer to hinder my enjoyment of smoking.

Fuck Healthy diets, herbivore lies,
I reject health-conscious eating and veganism as inauthentic and unnecessary.

You jerks at the gym that work on your size.
I disdain those who prioritize bodybuilding and working out.

I prefer to eat nothing but burgers or fries
I exclusively consume unhealthy fast food as I prioritize pleasure over health.

and die an early death than live a third of your lives.
I would rather live a short life of indulgence than a long life of moderation.

Fastfood fanatic, I'ma keep on eating,
I am devoted to continuing my consumption of fast food.

even when my heart or arteries are streaming.
I am willing to disregard the negative health consequences of fast food consumption.

Even when there's a solid Stream of grease in
I remain committed to fast food consumption despite the buildup of unhealthy fats within my body.

my veins, making it hard to keep on breathing.
The accumulation of unhealthy fats in my bloodstream is dangerously affecting my breathing.

I don't care, I'm young and I'm unaware.
I am young and ignorant, hence, unconcerned with the health risks of my lifestyle.

Call me childish, I'll just cover my fucking ear.
I refuse to hear any criticism of my behavior.

Fill my cup with another beer… ‘Cause who can truly guarantee they won't be gone in a couple years? Yeah!
I continue to drink beer, as life is unpredictable and I may not be here for much longer.

I used to sip a few forties at new years…
I have escalated my drinking habits beyond occasional consumption.

but now I need more than a few beers.
My alcohol tolerance has increased, and I require larger quantities to experience inebriation.

There's always excuses, pour me a brew: Cheers!
I always have excuses to justify my drinking.

Pour me four little shooters in the morning like who cares?
I consume shot glasses of alcohol in the morning with reckless disregard for consequences.

And I never sip sodas…
I never drink non-alcoholic beverages.

I drink twenty coronas, leave no left overs.
I consume massive amounts of beer, with no regard for moderation.

The goal is to get less and less sober,
My objective is to become increasingly intoxicated.

let my soul give in to the devil on my left shoulder.
I choose to indulge in vices and temptations, regardless of ethics or consequences.

I drink more, feel less drunk, and that's funny.
I have developed tolerance to alcohol, finding the lack of effect amusing.

My body reacts like: I'm unimpressed dummy
I am immune to the expected physical reactions of heavy drinking.

Yes sonny… I've got less and less money
I've spent an exorbitant amount of money on drinking and have depleted my resources.

ever since the bar tender has become my best buddy.
My heavy drinking has earned me a close relationship with the bartender, to the detriment of my finances.

I get home late, sleep on the couch with my clothes on,
I arrive home late inebriated, carelessly failing to remove my apparel.

I'll soon get kicked out my house by my own mom.
My drinking habits have resulted in conflict with my own mother, who will soon demand I leave the house.

Why use my head? I choose to beg,
I elect to engage in begging behavior despite knowledge of negative outcomes.

beg guys for food, but buy booze instead! Fuck yeah!
I solicit donations for food with no real intent to partake, instead, using the proceeds to buy alcohol.

Fill your belly with junk, spark an L or a blunt,
I suggest overindulging in unhealthy food and drugs.

party hard 'til your heart gets frail and it jumps.
I advocate intense partying, even to the detriment of one’s health.

Y'all should always yell and get drunk
I suggest yelling and getting drunk as essential elements to any good time.

before you end up like everybody else: body smelling of skunk.
I warn of conformity to social norms with an undesirable outcome such as smelling of marijuana.

Feel that adrenaline, I'm never gonna pipe it down.
I'm an adrenaline junkie, always seeking increased excitement and risk.

Live for the present'cause your life is now.
I advocate for a mentality of living in the moment and disregarding future consequences.

We're all destined to die somehow,
I believe that death is inevitable for all humans.

so quit being scared, stare death in the eyes and smile
I encourage embracing death as an inevitability.

before bugs and worms turn in your guts and squirm.
I warn of the physical decay that occurs after death.

I don't wanna be burried, I don't want a urn.
I reject traditional burial methods for handling human corpses.

Brother, please cremate when my bodys stuck and firm:
I request to be cremated when my body is cold and stiff.

We don't need no water, let that motherfucker burn!
I reject reliance on water and would rather burn to ashes.

Don't yearn, don't cry when I'm a goner,
I do not want to be mourned by those left behind after death.

don't remember or honor my name and petty persona.
I reject the idea of posthumous remembrance.

Just scatter my ashes wherever you wanna,
I have no preference for what happens post-cremation.

role me up and smoke me up like I'm marijuana. One.
I suggest my ashes be used for recreational smoking purposes.