It feels so 'cause it feel so right But alright, it's okay with me do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to with me
But if you give 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 ball and going home,
I'm that guy, man, shove a dime up in my end And crush it with my butt 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, gurgling in on your blood waddle I do for my next trick, I'm wonderful I think I might do something a little less subtle Shove a fucking truck up a little kids butt hole
Feel the wrath of a psychopath Ambassador Of the Valentine Day slash assassin I slash her in the ass with an icicle and her lay in a blood bath While I put a catheter in and jump in the with her
In my Spider Man mask, man, imagine The fun I can have with a on Stick up a Kim ass And make the run a triathlon
Are those pistachios? Damn I'd like to some on the patio, man rolling a fat one Shady drop the 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 play me
But if you just give me a 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 like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie between 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 the meaning of a meanie
They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm tryna The hoover up in poop shoot, don't move or ya Might get it stuck up so far up in your uvula You gonna know what he was tryna do to your gluteus
tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the studio Now who do ya is more fruitier? Weeny in peanut butter pudding on the tube of your Eye and that'd look nice, you shoulda seen it, mother
I think put a piece of art on my Visa card Then I'll go beat Mischa with a pleasin' art Then mosey on over to Rosie O'Donnell's McDonald's Jump in her lap and the Sopranos.
It feels so wrong 'cause it feel so But it's alright, okay with me I'll do my all by myself I need 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 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 the fact that that dude's in the back room Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a
Skewin' a rat, a cat, a baboon You shouldn't ask, what is he with that broom? You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab You in a trance, I'm back my dance, ooh
But they're afraid I get Sarah Palin by the hair and Make her a bathin' suit and take her parasailin' Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady Why you make her read 84 bed time to you in baby talk?
'Cause I'm scared, there's under my bed Pickler hid my juice box under my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be You like graffiti, dike? Well, I can and write your name
It feels so wrong 'cause it feel so But it's alright, it's with me I'll do my steps all by 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 my ball and going 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 and stuff You guys are make me, make me sad Bad, I'm gonna cry, I'm I'm tell my mom Mom