It so wrong 'cause it feel 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 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
I'm that guy, man, a dime up in my hind end And it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals Slut holes in your shirt, jump in mud puddles While I stomp mud holes in ass, girl, now let's cuddle
Blood curdling, you're gurgling in on your waddle I do for my next trick, I'm feeling I I might just do something a little less subtle Shove a fucking Tonka truck up a little butt hole
Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash Of the Valentine Day slash 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 Man mask, man, just imagine The fun I can have with a 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 wrong 'cause it so right But it's alright, it's with me I'll do my steps all by 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 don't nobody wanna with me So I'm taking my and going home, home
I'm Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie between each One of my thighs and make it disappear a genie Make this shit disappear like Reid in a bikini Believe me, homie, you don't know the of a meanie
call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver The hoover up in your poop shoot, don't or ya Might get it stuck up so far up in your uvula You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to your
Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a in the studio Now who do ya think is fruitier? smothered in peanut butter pudding on the tube of your Eye shadow and look nice, you shoulda seen it, mother
I think I'll put a piece of art on my Visa Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton with a art Then mosey on over to Rosie 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 I'll do my steps all by 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 nobody play with me So I'm my ball and going home, home
Shady, what are ya doin' on a human? Grab an bat, can't hide a clue in the back Boom and assumin' the fact that dude's in the back room the bathroom, vacuumin' a raccoon
Skewin' a rat, a cat, screwin' a You shouldn't ask, what is he with that broom? You should be glad he leave you full of stab wounds You in a trance, I'm doing 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 lady Why you her read 84 bed time stories to you in baby talk?
I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed Kelly Pickler hid my juice box my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my needs to be changed You graffiti, dike? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name
It feels so wrong 'cause it 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 play 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 ever do is rub gum in my hair and You guys are gon' make me, me sad Bad, I'm cry, I'm crying I'm gonna my mom Mom