by Damarkus » Oct 17th, '09, 00:55
[Chorus]
It feels so wrong, does it feel so right? But its alright, it's okay with me.
I'll do my stance all by myself, I don't need nobody to play with me,
But if you just give me a chance, I can put you in a trance the way I dance .
But don't nobody wanna play with me so I'm taking my ball and going home (home).
[verse 1]
I’m that guy man, shove a dime up in my hind end
And crush it with my butt muscles as I cut vocals
Slut poke holes in your shirt JUMP in mud puddles
While I stomp mud holes in your ass girl lets cuddle
Blood curdling on your girdle what’ll
I do for my next trick I’m feeling wonderful
I think I might just do something a little less subtle
Shove a fucking Tonka truck up a little kids butt hole
Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash Ambassador
of the Valentines Day massacre slash assassin
I slash her in ass with an icicle and leave her in a blood bath while I
Put in a catheter and jump in the bath with her
In my Spiderman mask just image the
Fun I can have with a strap on,
Stick up a Kim kardashians ass
And make the bitch run a triathlon
Are those pistachios? Damn id like to have some
Laying on the patio man rolling a fat one
Shady drop the magic marker put the cap on
Goddamn man are you that much of an asshole
[chorus]
[verse 2]
I'm like Houdini,
Tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie between each,
one of my thighs and make it disappear like Houdini.
Make this shit disappear like Tara Ried in a bikini,
Believe me homie you don't know the meaning of a meanie.
They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter,
I'm tryna maneuver the hoover up in your poop shoot, don't move or ya,
Might get it stuck up so fuckin' far up in your uvula,
You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to your glootius.
Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the studio,
Now who do ya think is more fruitier?
Weenus smothered in peanut butter,
Pudding on the tube of your eye shadow,
And that'd look nice, you shoulda seen it mother.
I think I put a piece of art on my Visa card,
Then I'll go beat me (Shabartan?) with some pleasing art?(i have no fucking idea)
And mosy on over to Rosie O'Donnell's, with McDonald's,
Jump in her lap and watch the Sopranos.
[chorus]
[verse 3]
Shady what're ya doin' chewin' on a human?
Grab an aluminum bat and hide a clue in the back room,
and assumin' the fact that that dude's in the back room,
Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a raccoon,
Skewin' a rat, a cat, screwin' a baboon.
You shouldn't ask, "What is he doin' with that broom?".
You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab wounds,
You in a trance, I'm back doing my dance, ooh.
But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin,
By the hair and make her wear a bathin' suit and take her parasailin'.
Shady why do you gotta pick on the lady for,
Why you make her read 84 bed time stories to you and baby-tard?
'Cause I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed,
Kelly Pickler hid my juicebox under my bassinet.
No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed,
Do you like graphitti, dike? Well I can pee-pee and write your name.
all credit to electroencephalogram and geno
think this is pretty much it give or take 5 words
if you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
Will rub it in, every club your in, we'll have you
Blackballed and make sure you never rap a fucken again