It feels so wrong 'cause it feel so But it's alright, okay with me I'll do my steps all by I don't need nobody to with me
But if you just give me a I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't nobody play with me So I'm my ball and going home, home
I'm guy, man, shove a dime up in my hind end And crush it with my butt muscles I cut vocals Slut poke holes in your shirt, jump in mud While I stomp mud holes in your ass, girl, now cuddle
Blood curdling, you're gurgling in on your waddle I do for my next trick, I'm wonderful I think I might just do something a little subtle Shove a fucking truck up a little kids butt hole
Feel the wrath of a psychopath Ambassador Of the Valentine Day massacre slash I her in the ass with an icicle and leave her lay in a blood bath While I put a catheter in and jump in the with her
In my Spider Man mask, man, imagine The fun I can with a strap on up a Kim Kardashians ass And the bitch run a triathlon
Are pistachios? Damn I'd like to have some on the patio, man rolling a fat one Shady drop the marker, put the cap on Goddamn man, are you much of an asshole
It feels so wrong it feel so right But it's alright, okay with me I'll do my all by myself I don't need nobody to play me
But if you give me a chance I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't nobody wanna with me So I'm taking my and going home, home
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie each One of my thighs and make it like a genie Make this disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini Believe me, homie, you don't know the of a meanie
They call me the fruit from Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver The hoover up in your poop shoot, don't or ya Might get it up so fuckin' far up in your uvula You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to your
Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the Now who do ya is more fruitier? Weeny smothered in butter pudding on the tube of your Eye shadow and that'd look nice, you shoulda seen it,
I think put a piece of art on my Visa card I'll go beat Mischa Barton with a pleasin' art Then mosey on over to Rosie with McDonald's in her lap and watch the Sopranos.
It so wrong 'cause it feel so right But it's alright, it's okay me do my steps all by myself I don't nobody to play with me
But if you give me a chance I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't wanna play with me So I'm my ball and going home, home
Shady, what are ya doin' chewin' on a Grab an bat, can't hide a clue in the back Boom and assumin' the fact that that dude's in the room Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a
Skewin' a rat, a cat, a baboon You shouldn't ask, what is he doin' that broom? You should be he ain't leave you full of stab wounds You in a trance, I'm back my dance, ooh
But they're afraid I get Sarah Palin by the hair and Make her wear a suit and take her parasailin' Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady Why you make her read 84 bed stories to you in baby talk?
'Cause I'm scared, monsters under my bed Pickler hid my juice box under my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper to be changed You like graffiti, dike? Well, I can pee-pee and write your
It so wrong 'cause it feel so right But it's alright, it's okay me I'll do my all by myself I don't need nobody to with me
But if you just give me a I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't nobody wanna play me So I'm taking my ball and going home,
Fine, nobody to play with me? Fuck you then, Guys, you're mean to me anyways All you do is rub gum in my hair and stuff You guys are make me, make me sad Bad, I'm gonna cry, I'm I'm tell my mom Mom