"Whassup, man?" "What up?" "Can you believe I in this 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 star none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't understand is how the fuck am I a How are you a superstar? We don't got a fucking video on MTV" "No!" "I got one car! And got a flat 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, look, so I don't understand that shit, basically that shit ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.." "You might be a rock star. Ya know, maybe a star" "You could be a rock star. With a little bit of 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 ain't Superstar, you shit Everybody on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit let it go to your head
(Monoxide Child) I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and some sunglasses So sweet and they call me Lil' Molasses Don't let it you though, I'm a neck slitter hair permed, all covered in glitter I got falling out of my pockets at all times Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all Hating on me, leaving people with false lines Bitch, you must be out your goddamn 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 keep my name off tongue, hoe (BIATCH!) Pink fun in Twiztid thong I got my homie in the car waiting all night I shit (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 shit come on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit Don't let it go to head
(Jamie Madrox) Superstar the boots and a big old dick Neck, chest, and tip covered in lipstick sunglasses Nipples tells us them tender young asses And in a casket We ass with bounce to the ounce All you hoes go and ask your friends I'm talking about Light built, with dollor Got a with a limo I never touch a steering wheel Besides I'm to fine to And after the show it's getting high Let's about you for a second Then lets talk about me for an and a half Oh yeah, here go that autograph you about Don't to flash your titties on the way out See, I'm a superstar, hell I'm on my own though I ain't shit And everybody it
(Chorus 2x) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit Don't let it go to head