It feels so wrong 'cause it feel so But it's alright, okay with me do my steps all by myself I don't need to play with me
But if you give me a chance I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't wanna play with me So I'm taking my and going home, home
I'm guy, man, shove a dime up in my hind end And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut Slut poke in your shirt, jump in mud puddles While I stomp mud holes in ass, girl, now let's cuddle
curdling, you're gurgling in on your blood waddle I do for my trick, I'm feeling wonderful I think I might just do something a less subtle a fucking Tonka truck up a little kids butt hole
Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash Of the Valentine Day slash assassin I slash her in the ass with an icicle and her lay in a blood bath While I put a in and jump in the bath with her
In my Spider Man mask, man, just The fun I can with a strap on Stick up a Kim ass And make the run a triathlon
Are those pistachios? Damn I'd like to some Laying on the patio, man a fat one drop the magic marker, put the cap on Goddamn man, are you that of an asshole
It so wrong 'cause it feel so right But it's alright, it's with me I'll do my steps all by I don't need to play with me
But if you just me a chance I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't nobody wanna with me So I'm taking my ball and going home,
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie between One of my thighs and it disappear like a genie this shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini Believe me, homie, you don't the meaning of a meanie
They call me the fruit from Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver The hoover up in your poop shoot, move or ya Might get it stuck up so fuckin' far up in uvula You ain't gonna know he was tryna do to your gluteus
Totally tubular, glue through a tube in the studio Now who do ya is more fruitier? Weeny smothered in butter pudding on the tube of your Eye shadow and look nice, you shoulda seen it, mother
I think put a piece of art on my Visa card Then I'll go beat Mischa with a pleasin' art Then mosey on over to Rosie O'Donnell's McDonald's in her lap and watch the Sopranos.
It so wrong 'cause it feel so right But it's alright, okay with me I'll do my steps all by I don't need nobody to play me
But if you just me a chance I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't wanna play with me So I'm my ball and going home, home
Shady, are ya doin' chewin' on a human? an aluminum bat, can't hide a clue in the back Boom and assumin' the fact that that in the back room Usin' the bathroom, a raccoon
a rat, a cat, screwin' a baboon You shouldn't ask, what is he doin' that broom? You should be he ain't leave you full of stab wounds You in a trance, I'm doing my dance, ooh
But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the and Make her wear a bathin' suit and her parasailin' Shady, why do you gotta pick on the for? Why you make her 84 bed time stories to you in baby talk?
'Cause I'm scared, there's monsters my bed Kelly Pickler hid my juice box my bassinet No my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed You like graffiti, dike? Well, I can pee-pee and write name
It feels so 'cause it feel so right But alright, it's okay with me I'll do my all by myself I need nobody to play with me
But if you give me a chance I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't nobody wanna play me So I'm taking my ball and going home,
Fine, wants to play with me? Fuck you then, Guys, always mean to me anyways All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and You guys are gon' make me, me sad Bad, I'm cry, I'm crying I'm gonna my mom Mom