It feels so wrong it feel so right But it's alright, it's with me I'll do my steps all by 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 that guy, man, shove a dime up in my end And crush it with my butt muscles I cut vocals Slut holes in your shirt, jump in mud puddles While I stomp mud in your ass, girl, now let's cuddle
curdling, you're gurgling in on your blood waddle I do for my next trick, I'm feeling I think I might just do a little less subtle Shove a fucking Tonka up a little 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 I put a catheter in and jump in the bath with her
In my Spider Man mask, man, imagine The fun I can have with a on Stick up a Kim ass And the bitch run a triathlon
Are those pistachios? Damn I'd like to 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 'cause it feel so But it's alright, okay with me I'll do my 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 nobody wanna 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 make it disappear like a Make this disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini Believe me, homie, you know the meaning of a meanie
They call me the fruit from Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver The hoover up in your shoot, don't move or ya get it stuck up so fuckin' far up in your uvula You ain't gonna what he was tryna 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 seen it,
I think put a piece of art on my Visa card Then I'll go Mischa Barton with a pleasin' art Then on over to Rosie O'Donnell's with McDonald's Jump in her lap and the Sopranos.
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 nobody 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 my ball and going home, home
Shady, are ya doin' chewin' on a human? an aluminum bat, can't hide a clue in the back Boom and assumin' the fact 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 doin' with that You should be glad he ain't you full of stab wounds You in a trance, I'm back my dance, ooh
But they're I might get Sarah Palin by the hair and Make her wear a suit and take her parasailin' Shady, why do you gotta pick on the for? Why you make her read 84 bed time to you in baby talk?
'Cause I'm scared, monsters under my bed Kelly hid my juice 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 write name
It so wrong 'cause it feel so right But alright, it's okay with me I'll do my steps all by 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
Fine, wants to play 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 make me, make me sad Bad, I'm cry, I'm crying I'm tell my mom Mom