"Whassup, man?" "What up?" "Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this 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 star 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 got a fucking video on MTV" "No!" "I got one car! And it's got a flat 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 flying 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. With a little bit of effort and a video. I can work you 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 ain't Superstar, you shit Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit (Say what?) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit Don't let it go to head
(Monoxide Child) I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and chipped sunglasses So sweet and sticky they me Lil' Molasses let it fool you though, I'm a neck slitter Chest hair permed, all in glitter I got bitches falling out of my pockets at all Lying on me, spreading rumors, to all kinds Hating on me, leaving these people false lines Bitch, you be out your goddamn mind Understand I'm the shit, bitch 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 keep my off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH!) Pink fun in Twiztid thong I got my homie in the car waiting all night I ain't (Yeah) You can let the world know The only way I gets pussy's if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick)
(Chorus) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit (Say what?) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit let it go to your head
(Jamie Madrox) Superstar with the and a big old dick Neck, chest, and tip covered in lipstick Rhinestone Nipples tells us them tender young asses And fucking in a We ass with bounce to the ounce All you lame go and ask your friends what I'm about Light built, dollor bills Got a chauffer a limo I ain't touch a steering wheel I'm to fine to drive And the show it's about getting high Let's talk you for a second Then talk about me for an hour and a half Oh yeah, here go that autograph you asking forget to flash your titties on the way out See, I'm a superstar, hell I'm on my own Even though I ain't And know it
(Chorus 2x) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't let it go to your head