"Whassup, man?" "What up?" "Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a bitch behind the 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 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 flying 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, a rock 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 ain't Everybody on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't Don't let it go to your
(Monoxide Child) I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and some 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 bitches falling out of my at all times Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all Hating on me, leaving these with false lines Bitch, you be out your goddamn mind I'm the mothafucking 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 my name 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 whole world The only way I gets some pussy's if the is a hoe (Eat a dick)
(Chorus) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't come on Superstar, you ain't 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 your
(Jamie Madrox) with the boots and a big old dick Neck, chest, and dick tip in lipstick Rhinestone Nipples tells us about them tender 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, dollor bills Got a chauffer a limo I ain't touch a steering wheel Besides I'm to to drive And after the show it's getting high Let's talk about you for a Then lets talk about me for an and a half Oh yeah, here go that autograph you asking Don't forget to flash your on the way out See, I'm a superstar, hell I'm on my own Even I ain't shit And everybody it
(Chorus 2x) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit come 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 ain't let it go to your head