"Whassup, man?" "What up?" "Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a bitch the counter had the nerve to call me a fucking superstar" "Rock star" "No, I, no, a superstar, a rock star none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't is how the fuck am I a superstar? How are you a superstar? We don't got a fucking video on MTV" "No!" "I got one car! And it's got a tire and a fucking broken rear view mirror" "I got two cars" "You got two cars?" "But still..." "You be a superstar" "No" "I seen you around the hood" "No!" "You be a superstar" "Never!" "Ok, well look, so I don't understand shit, basically that shit ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.." "You be a rock star. Ya know, maybe a rock star" "You could be a rock star. a little bit of effort and a video. I can work you into some A&R. I can get you on the radio, you, my friend, can be a rock star" "Nice" "Warped Tour, baby"
(Chorus) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit Everybody on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit let it go to your head
(Monoxide Child) I'm rocking a ass mink, and some chipped sunglasses So sweet and they call me Lil' Molasses let it fool you though, I'm a neck slitter Chest hair permed, all covered in I got falling out of my pockets at all times Lying on me, these rumors, to all kinds Hating on me, these people with false lines Bitch, you must be out your mind Understand I'm the mothafucking shit, And you ain't got to say it, I can see it on lips, please Put my dick on a hot dog bun and put in your mouth And my name off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH!) Pink fun in Twiztid thong I got my in the car waiting all night long I ain't (Yeah) You can let the whole know The only way I some pussy's if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick)
(Chorus) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit Everybody on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit Don't let it go to head
(Jamie Madrox) Superstar with the boots and a big old Neck, chest, and tip covered in lipstick Rhinestone Nipples us about them tender young asses And in a casket We like ass with bounce to the All you lame go and ask your friends I'm talking about Light built, with bills Got a chauffer with a I never touch a steering wheel Besides I'm to fine to And after the show it's about high talk about you for a second Then lets talk about me for an hour and a Oh yeah, here go autograph you asking about Don't forget to flash your on the way out See, I'm a superstar, I'm on my own dick though I ain't shit And know it
(Chorus 2x) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't let it go to your head