It feels so wrong 'cause it 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 just give me a I can put you in a trance, the way I But nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and home, home
I'm that guy, man, shove a up in my hind end And crush it with my 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, gurgling in on your blood waddle I do for my next trick, I'm wonderful I think I just do something a little less subtle Shove a fucking Tonka truck up a little kids butt
the wrath of a psychopath slash Ambassador Of the Valentine Day massacre assassin I slash her in the ass 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, just The fun I can have a strap on Stick up a Kim ass And make the run a triathlon
Are those pistachios? I'd like to have some Laying on the patio, man a fat one Shady the magic marker, put the cap on Goddamn man, are you much of an asshole
It feels so '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 taking my ball and going home,
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie between One of my thighs and make it disappear like a Make this shit disappear Tara Reid in a bikini Believe me, homie, you don't know the of a meanie
They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm maneuver The hoover up in your poop shoot, move 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 peanut butter pudding on the of your Eye shadow and that'd look nice, you shoulda it, mother
I I'll put a piece of art on my Visa card Then I'll go 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 I'll do my steps all by 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 nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and home, home
Shady, are ya doin' chewin' on a human? Grab an aluminum bat, can't a clue in the back Boom and assumin' the fact that dude's in the back room Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a
Skewin' a rat, a cat, screwin' a You shouldn't ask, is he doin' with that broom? You be glad 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 bathin' suit and her parasailin' Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady Why you her read 84 bed time stories to you in baby talk?
'Cause I'm scared, monsters under my bed Kelly Pickler hid my box under my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be You like graffiti, dike? Well, I can pee-pee and write your
It feels so '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 just give me a I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't nobody wanna with me So I'm taking my ball and home, home
Fine, nobody wants to with me? Fuck you then, Guys, you're always mean to me 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 tell my mom Mom