It feels so wrong it feel 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 give me a chance I can put you in a trance, the way I But nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and going home,
I'm that guy, man, shove a dime up in my end And crush it with my muscles while I cut vocals Slut poke in your shirt, jump in mud puddles While I mud holes in your ass, girl, now let's cuddle
Blood curdling, gurgling in on your blood waddle I do for my trick, I'm feeling wonderful I think I just do something a little less subtle Shove a Tonka truck up a little kids butt hole
the wrath of a psychopath slash Ambassador Of the Valentine Day massacre assassin I slash her in the ass with an icicle and leave her lay in a blood While I put a catheter in and jump in the bath her
In my Spider Man mask, man, imagine 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 like to some Laying on the patio, man a fat one Shady drop the marker, put the cap on Goddamn man, are you that much of an
It feels so wrong 'cause it feel so But it's alright, okay with me do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to 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 my ball and going home, home
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie each One of my thighs and it disappear like a genie Make this shit disappear like Reid in a bikini me, homie, you don't know the meaning of a meanie
They call me the fruit loop Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver The hoover up in poop shoot, don't 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 think is fruitier? Weeny smothered in butter pudding on the tube 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 beat Mischa Barton with a art Then mosey on over to O'Donnell's with McDonald's Jump in her lap and the Sopranos.
It feels so wrong 'cause it so right But alright, it's okay with me I'll do my all by myself I need 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 nobody play with me So I'm taking my and going home, home
Shady, what are ya doin' on a human? an aluminum bat, can't hide a clue in the back Boom and the fact that that dude's in the back room the bathroom, vacuumin' a raccoon
Skewin' a rat, a cat, a baboon You shouldn't ask, is he doin' 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 afraid I might get Palin by the hair and Make her wear a bathin' suit and take her Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady Why you make her read 84 bed stories to you in baby talk?
I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed Kelly Pickler hid my juice box under my No my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed You graffiti, dike? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name
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 give me a I can put you in a trance, the way I But don't nobody play with me So I'm taking my ball and home, home
Fine, wants to play with me? you then, bitch 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 cry, I'm crying I'm gonna my mom Mom