"Whassup, man?" "What up?" "Can you believe I went in mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a bitch behind the counter had the nerve to call me a fucking superstar" "Rock star" "No, I, no, a superstar, a rock none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't understand 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 flat tire and a fucking 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 that shit, that shit ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.." "You might be a star. Ya know, maybe a rock star" "You could be a rock star. With 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 star" "Nice" "Warped Tour, baby"
(Chorus) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't come on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit Don't let it go to your
(Monoxide Child) I'm a phat ass mink, and some chipped sunglasses So sweet and sticky they me Lil' Molasses Don't let it fool you though, I'm a neck Chest hair permed, all in glitter I got falling out of my pockets at all times Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all Hating on me, leaving these people with false Bitch, you must be out your mind I'm the mothafucking shit, bitch And you ain't got to say it, I can see it on your lips, 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 homie in the car all night long I ain't (Yeah) You can let the whole world The only way I gets some if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick)
(Chorus) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit Don't let it go to head
(Jamie Madrox) Superstar with the boots and a big old Neck, chest, and dick tip in lipstick Rhinestone Nipples tells us about them tender asses And in a casket We like ass with to the ounce All you lame go and ask your friends I'm talking about Light built, with dollor Got a with a limo I ain't never touch a steering I'm to fine to drive And after the show it's about getting Let's talk you for a second Then lets about me for an hour and a half Oh yeah, here go that you asking about forget to flash your titties 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 ain't Superstar, you ain't come on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't Don't let it go to head