[Intro: Scroobius Pip]
I saw a dead fish on the pavement
And thought, "What did you expect?
There's no water 'round here, stupid
Should've stayed where it was wet"

[Verse 1: Scroobius Pip]
Hello, my name is Pip
And I would like to speak some lyrics
Into this microphone
That's amplified so you can hear it
This piece of diction is the intro to Distraction Pieces
That's all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless
Such little food for thought, my fucking brain feels anorexic
So many typos when I write, oh, I'll claim I'm dyslexic
I've got your poem here, I've put it in this envelope
I'm setting fire to it, hope you all can read the smoke
Most people where I live don't know me, and I fucking like it
Some people where I live don't like me, and I fucking know it
Some heads won't know my name or give me a look since
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints

[Bridge: Cameron Slade & Milla Jovovich]
(I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints)

[Verse 2: Scroobius Pip]
Nothing's original, I stole this flow from The Creator
And from some others too, can't think right now, I'll name 'em later
If I say "Fuck" a lot, well then I may gain more attention
If I say "Cunt", well then with some of you there will be tension
I find this interesting, 'cause in the end they are just words
You give them power when you cower, man, it's so absurd
But all that was covered by Lenny Bruce, back in the day
Nothing's original, now I'm repeating what I say
Paralysis through analysis can stop me here
But that'd just be an excuse to run in fear
So I'll brandish the blandest man's anguish with a rammed fist
Directed at the throat of any man that can withstand this

[Bridge: Cameron Slade & Milla Jovovich]
(I will brandish the blandest man's anguish with a rammed fist)

[Verse 3: Scroobius Pip]
I see these rappers that say things like "No homo" and such
It always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much
I'm rarely speechless, but I speak less than you might imagine
Sometimes I stutter and I sputter, like the words are catchin'
I'm known to write about the shit most people won't discuss
Some find my muses too intrusive with their words and such
You see a mousetrap, I see free cheese and a fucking challenge
But you stay quiet for fear of tipping the balance
When it's horses for courses, my horse is distorted
I bought it for four quid then forced it through horse shit
We walk through these morbid, remorseless discourses
Then discuss these disgusting new sources
[Bridge: Scroobius Pip, Cameron Slade & Milla Jovovich]
(When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted)

[Verse 4: Scroobius Pip]
I've seen the world, I've seen the good and the shitty bits
And all I got to say is "Goddamn, y'all are fuckin' idiots"
Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me
Truth is, I don't exist, I'm just the soundtrack to your movie
Some background figure in a story that's already scripted
And what I feel's just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it
I jump in many different heads through these words and poems
Always hoping maybe the next leap'll be my leap home
Ziggy says that if I keep writing this shit
There's an eighty percent chance that Al can make it a pop hit
But Al's an alcoholic, and I’m a fucking schizophrenic
So I'll close my eyes on this whole fucking world
And that will end it