Never Stop

How could I ever stop?
 My position is missionary, I finish on top
 And while you're relaxin', I take action
 Guinness world record, I beat it, Michael Jackson
 Never stop, I workaholic
 Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock
 But I'm not an artist, I just work the hardest
 I beat it to a pulp, just ask Jarvis
 Studio to studio, I drink juice,
 Produce tons of new shit, like a booty hole
 Show to show, full throttle, backstage,
 No models, no bathroom, I piss in a bottle
 And after the show a lot of autographs,
 Man, music is a joke I try not to laugh
 I just try to enjoy the grind
 My position is doggy, I come from behind
 Underground, underdog, underrated
 Under stress, under pressure, under-appreciated
 Man, this is war
 Where careers get killed and thats not a metaphor, like
 My mindset is military, like
 My attitude is Hitchcock, very scary
 Persistence, instincts,
 Go the distance, prove my existence
 That's why I never stop
 'cause it's not Chilly, it's Lily, who makes really clever pop
 I just do it in a different way
 I'm kind of sort of indirect ricochet,
 Chilly like Pinochet, I don't make hits, I take risks
 And make flops like floppy disks
 I still stay professional and not sloppy
 I try to be original, not a photocopy
 Can't stop, won't stop
 Harder, faster better stronger, I listen to the robots
 I'm still doing things, so don't cue the strings,
 It ain't over 'til Beth Ditto sings
 So how could I ever quit
 My position? Don't fuck with me - celibate
 Groupie go home, you can find another guy
 Man, music is a joke, I try not to cry
 Sounds crazy, but the underground's lazy
 Maybe just a bunch of big babies
 And they're crying 'til they're on the guestlist,
 Then they puke at 6 am - English breakfast
 See I always hatch a new scheme
 No room for the club or a pub in my routine
 I don't judge you if you're part of a true scene
 But me? I could be anywhere - blue screen
 At the Grammys getting nominated
 Or trying to be a piano playing Larry David
 Flirting with rap, workin' for Birkin
 Behind your favourite singer I just might be lurkin'
 And I'm certain when they close the curtains
 My life will be a B-movie shot by Tim Burton
 And if I lack authenticity
 Remember authenticity is often shitty
 So please, no pity,
 You can never melt this ice-cold heart between my two titties
 'cause what's life but a board game?
 And if you play the game then you're never bored with more of the same
 What's life but a competition
 You know my name, I am bitten
 I never stop
 Do it again