The Recipe Hobo Johnson

[Verse 1]
Is there a recipe to be famous?
If so I'll Rachel Rae this shit and move to Vegas
And bet on everything I see, even my own friends lives
We surely binge on different drugs
That now I won't take twice
I'll probably go off the deep end
And depend on 3 friends to
Keep them drinks far away from me
And when they do I say
"hey you're not my fucking dad, quit acting like
These women taking things strait from my hand"
And then I'd laugh, ha ha ha
I'm gonna be the biggest asshole that
The world has ever seen
Shitting out eccentric garbage, huge egos
And other normal things, and boy will the farts fucking stink
And boy, boy will the farts fucking stink

[Verse 2]
Is there a recipe to come down off the mental stage
You put yourself on with thousands screaming your name?
How could your ego not inflate?
How could it not get big until it breaks?
So if what I think is true, and visions turn to views
Then I might not talk to you's, cuz
Cuz I'll be so busy singing, so busy being
The biggest asshole that the world has ever seen
And and and, and boy will the farts fucking stink
And boy will the farts fucking stink