"Whassup, man?" "What up?" "Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and 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 superstar? How are you a superstar? We got a fucking video on MTV" "No!" "I got one car! And it's got a flat tire and a fucking broken view mirror" "I got two cars" "You got two cars?" "But still..." "You be a superstar" "No" "I you flying around the hood" "No!" "You be a superstar" "Never!" "Ok, well look, so I don't understand that shit, basically that ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.." "You might be a rock star. Ya know, maybe a star" "You 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 rock star" "Nice" "Warped Tour, baby"
(Chorus) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't Don't let it go to head
(Monoxide Child) I'm a phat ass mink, and some chipped sunglasses So sweet and sticky they call me Lil' Don't let it you though, I'm a neck slitter hair permed, all covered 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 people false lines Bitch, you must be out your goddamn Understand I'm the mothafucking shit, And you got to say it, I can see it on your lips, please Put my dick on a hot dog bun and put that in your And my name off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH!) fun in that Twiztid thong I got my in the car waiting 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 ain't Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit (Say what?) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't let it go to your head
(Jamie Madrox) Superstar with the and a big old dick Neck, chest, and dick tip in lipstick Rhinestone Nipples tells us them tender young asses And in a casket We ass with bounce to the ounce All you lame hoes go and ask friends what I'm talking Light built, with dollor Got a with a limo I ain't touch a steering wheel Besides I'm to fine to And after the show it's about high Let's about you for a second Then talk about me for an hour and a half Oh yeah, go that autograph you asking about Don't forget to flash 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 shit Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't come on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit let it go to your head