It so wrong 'cause 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 just 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 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 I stomp mud holes in your ass, girl, now let's cuddle
Blood curdling, you're in on your blood waddle I do for my trick, I'm feeling wonderful 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 slash Ambassador Of the Valentine Day slash assassin I slash her in the ass with an icicle and leave her lay in a bath While I put a catheter in and jump in the 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 those pistachios? Damn I'd to have some Laying on the patio, man a fat one drop the magic marker, put the cap on Goddamn man, are you that of an asshole
It feels so wrong it feel so right But it's alright, it's okay 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 nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my and going home, home
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, between each One of my thighs and it disappear like a genie Make this shit like Tara Reid in a bikini Believe me, homie, you know the meaning of a meanie
call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver The hoover up in poop shoot, don't move or ya Might get it stuck up so fuckin' far up in uvula You ain't gonna know what he was do to your gluteus
Totally tubular, sniffin' glue a tube in the studio Now who do ya think is fruitier? Weeny smothered in peanut butter pudding on the of your Eye shadow and that'd look nice, you shoulda it, mother
I think I'll put a piece of art on my Visa Then go beat Mischa Barton with a pleasin' art Then mosey on over to Rosie O'Donnell's McDonald's in her lap and watch the Sopranos.
It feels so 'cause it feel so right But it's alright, it's with me I'll do my steps all by I don't need 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
Shady, what are ya chewin' on a human? Grab an aluminum bat, can't a clue in the back and assumin' the fact that that dude's in the back room Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a
a rat, a cat, screwin' a baboon You shouldn't ask, what is he with that broom? You should be glad he ain't you full of stab wounds You in a trance, I'm doing my dance, ooh
But they're afraid I might get Sarah by the hair and Make her wear a suit and take her parasailin' Shady, why do you pick on the lady for? Why you make her read 84 bed time stories to you in talk?
I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed Kelly Pickler hid my box under my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my needs to be changed You like graffiti, dike? Well, I can pee-pee and your name
It feels so '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 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
Fine, wants to play with me? you then, bitch Guys, you're always 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 cry, I'm crying I'm gonna my mom Mom