Lyrics I'm The Least You Could Do - Bloodhound Gang

I'm The Least You Could Do

It always sucks refolding the kind of map needed
When I get stuck where the sun don’t shine;
the fact is
If i just shut, up my rubber stamp could flag you as dumb
It ain’t your mind you’re givin' me a piece of, as
It don’t take Einstein to know that’s just obscene
But it’s been Buck Rogers' time since I hit other than rock bottom
Even the odds of having you against me
With your crotchless jihad on blue balls, evidently are
Almighty, good God, so angel dust my soul like James Brown
Street legal whore, hauling so much stunning ass
Sell yourself short, like Bridget at the Bunny Ranch
Do it all fours--the satisfaction of getting fouled
I’m the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I’m the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I would still get screwed
I don’t care if getting under someone that’s beneath you
Fits the MO of conundrum
As you reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers
I aim to get a bang out of working your weak spot
That sets the bar so low just nerve can score
With no respect, since oddly danger feels like pay dirt
I’m the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I’m the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I’m the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
If only
When my fumbling breaks you, should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?
When my fumbling breaks you, should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?
When my fumbling breaks you, should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?
When my fumbling breaks you, should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?