It feels so wrong it feel so right But alright, it's okay with 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 nobody wanna with me So I'm my ball and going home, home
I'm that guy, man, shove a dime up in my end And it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals Slut poke in your shirt, jump in mud puddles 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 feeling I think I might just do something a little subtle Shove a fucking Tonka truck up a kids butt hole
Feel the wrath of a psychopath Ambassador Of the Valentine Day slash assassin I her in the ass with an icicle and leave her lay in a blood bath While I put a catheter in and in the bath with her
In my Spider Man mask, man, imagine The fun I can with a strap on up a Kim Kardashians ass And make the bitch run a
Are those pistachios? Damn I'd like to have on the patio, man rolling a fat one Shady the magic marker, put the cap on Goddamn man, are you that of an asshole
It feels so wrong 'cause it feel so But alright, it's okay with me I'll do my steps all by I don't need nobody to 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
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie between One of my thighs and it disappear like a genie Make this disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini me, homie, you don't know the meaning of a meanie
They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm maneuver The hoover up in your 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, glue through a tube in the studio Now who do ya think is more Weeny smothered in peanut butter 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 Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton with a art Then mosey on to Rosie O'Donnell's with McDonald's 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 steps all by I need nobody to play 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
Shady, what are ya doin' on a human? Grab an aluminum bat, can't hide a in the back Boom and assumin' the 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' 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 afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair and Make her wear a suit and take her parasailin' Shady, why do you gotta on the lady for? Why you make her read 84 bed time stories to you in talk?
'Cause I'm scared, there's under my bed Kelly Pickler hid my juice box my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper to be changed You graffiti, dike? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name
It so wrong 'cause it feel so right But it's alright, okay with me do my steps all by myself I need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't nobody wanna with me So I'm my ball and going home, home
Fine, nobody to play with me? you then, bitch Guys, always mean to me anyways All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and You are gon' make me, make me sad Bad, I'm gonna cry, I'm I'm gonna my mom Mom