It feels so wrong it feel so right But it's alright, okay with me do my steps 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 wanna play with me So I'm taking my and going home, home
I'm that guy, man, shove a up in my hind end And it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals Slut poke holes in your shirt, jump in mud While I stomp mud holes in your ass, girl, now let's
Blood curdling, you're in on your blood waddle I do for my trick, I'm feeling wonderful I I might just do something a little less subtle Shove a fucking Tonka truck up a kids butt hole
the wrath of a psychopath slash Ambassador Of the Valentine Day massacre assassin I slash her in the ass with an icicle and leave her lay in a blood While I put a in and jump in the bath with her
In my Spider Man mask, man, just The fun I can have with a on up a Kim Kardashians ass And make the bitch run a
Are pistachios? Damn I'd like to have some on the patio, man rolling a fat one Shady the magic marker, put the cap on Goddamn man, are you much of an asshole
It so wrong 'cause it feel so right But alright, it's okay with me do my steps 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 play me So I'm my ball and going home, home
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie each One of my thighs and it disappear 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 poop shoot, don't move or ya get it stuck up so fuckin' far up in your uvula You gonna know what he was tryna do to your gluteus
Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the Now who do ya is more fruitier? Weeny smothered in peanut butter on the tube of your Eye shadow and look nice, you shoulda seen it, mother
I think I'll put a piece of art on my Visa Then I'll go beat Mischa with a pleasin' art Then mosey on over to Rosie O'Donnell's with Jump in her lap and the Sopranos.
It so wrong 'cause it feel so right But alright, it's okay with me I'll do my all by myself I don't need to play with me
But if you just give me a I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't wanna play with me So I'm taking my and going home, home
Shady, what are ya doin' on a human? Grab an aluminum bat, can't hide a clue in the and assumin' the fact that that dude's in the back room Usin' the bathroom, a raccoon
Skewin' a rat, a cat, a baboon You shouldn't ask, what is he doin' with broom? You should be glad he ain't leave you full of wounds You in a trance, I'm back my dance, ooh
But they're afraid I might get Palin by the hair and Make her wear a bathin' suit and take her Shady, why do you gotta on the lady for? Why you make her read 84 bed stories to you in baby talk?
I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed Kelly Pickler hid my juice box my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my needs to be changed You graffiti, dike? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name
It feels so wrong it feel so right But it's alright, it's with me do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to play 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 home, home
Fine, wants to play with me? Fuck you then, Guys, always mean to me anyways All you do is rub gum in my hair and stuff You guys are gon' make me, me sad Bad, I'm gonna cry, I'm I'm gonna my mom Mom