It feels so wrong 'cause it so right But alright, it's okay with me do my steps 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 play with me So I'm taking my and going home, home
I'm guy, man, shove a dime up in my hind end And crush it my butt muscles while I cut vocals Slut poke holes in your shirt, in mud puddles While I stomp mud holes in your ass, girl, now cuddle
Blood curdling, you're gurgling in on blood waddle I do for my next trick, I'm feeling I think I might just do something a little less Shove a fucking Tonka up a little kids butt hole
the wrath of a psychopath slash Ambassador Of the Valentine Day massacre slash 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 Man mask, man, just imagine The fun I can have with a on Stick up a Kim ass And make the bitch run a
Are those pistachios? 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 that much of an
It so wrong 'cause it feel so right But it's alright, it's 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 nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my and going home, home
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie between One of my thighs and make it disappear a genie Make this shit disappear like Tara Reid in a Believe me, homie, you know the meaning of a meanie
They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm maneuver The up in your poop shoot, don't move or ya Might get it stuck up so fuckin' far up in uvula You gonna know what he was tryna do to your gluteus
Totally tubular, sniffin' through a tube in the studio Now who do ya think is more Weeny smothered in peanut butter pudding on the of your Eye shadow and that'd nice, you shoulda seen it, mother
I I'll put a piece of art on my Visa card I'll go beat Mischa Barton with a pleasin' art Then mosey on over to O'Donnell's with McDonald's Jump in her lap and the Sopranos.
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 to play with me
But if you just 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 ball and going home,
Shady, what are ya doin' chewin' on a Grab an aluminum bat, hide a clue in the back Boom and assumin' the fact that that in the back room Usin' the bathroom, a raccoon
a rat, a cat, screwin' a baboon You shouldn't ask, what is he with 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 84 bed time stories to you in baby talk?
'Cause I'm scared, there's monsters my bed Kelly Pickler hid my juice box under my No my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed You like graffiti, dike? Well, I can and write your name
It feels so wrong 'cause it 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 me a chance I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't nobody wanna play me So I'm taking my and going home, home
Fine, wants to play with me? Fuck you then, Guys, you're mean to me anyways All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and You guys are gon' me, make me sad Bad, I'm gonna cry, I'm I'm gonna my mom Mom