| I slip a pill in the cup of Miss Hilary Duff
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| And when she wakes up taped up I be drilling her muff
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| Probably still in a buff when I finally kill her
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| And dump her body off a bridge stuffed in a rug in the trunk of my truck
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| What? |
| I’m a butcher carving Hollywood up
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| Used to be average but I practiced stabbing hookers
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| Cause I couldn’t find the address of that faggot Ashton Kutcher
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| And yeah I sell crack, I’m Ben Affleck’s hook up
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| So look up if you happen to be on Roe-Day-O
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| That my ass pressed the glass see my A-hole?
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| I’m shocking every actress with shopping bags
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| And making 'em drop 'em, that’s when I take 'em and rob 'em
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| I hit 'em with a taser in the neighborhood jogging
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| You wake up in a basement where your kidney is gone
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| And some people say my hustle is a serious problem
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| Cause I steal black toddlers and Madonna adopts them
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| Yeah — I’m coming for y’all suckers
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| Hitch hike to Hollywood, with strange truckers
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| And I’m stealing cars, on the boulevard
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| I hit a superstar hard, quick to pull a car
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| I’m in your mansion I bypassed security |
| I got your butler at gunpoint serving me
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| And your assistants dead, and your maid is dead
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| And I’m eating all your pets laying your bed
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| I’ll put a fucking cleaver up to Justin Bieber
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| And threaten to fix his haircut while Ushers screaming «NO!»
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| And beat the Tequilia out of Tila for no other reason than
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| The fact she lacks any talent but breathing
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| I am the illest villain alive chilling
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| Hiding in the air ventilation system of the Hilton building
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| 'Bout to kidnap Paris and her sister
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| Than bill their filthy rich parents millions
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| A handsome ransom then vanish
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| The phantom who reappears in the Hamptons with hand cannons
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| I’m dedicated just bombed 80 homes
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| In a row trying to kill the baby
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| Of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, I may be insane
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| I never had a solid role model
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| Always sniffing airplane model glue from the bottle
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| Yeah — I’m coming for y’all suckers
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| Hitch hike to Hollywood, with strange truckers
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| And I’m stealing cars, on the boulevard
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| I hit a superstar hard, quick to pull a car
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| I’m in your mansion I bypassed security |
| I got your butler at gunpoint serving me
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| And your assistants dead, and your maid is dead
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| And I’m eating all your pets laying your bed
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| I drop an anvil on Avril Lavigne
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| Like in a cartoon scene, I’m far too mean
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| Ram Star Jones with my car 2, 3, or 4 times
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| Or more till it’s hard to breath from laughing
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| Watch Brooke Hogan get his ass kicked
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| Wait?! |
| We talking bout that fat kid
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| Stop your fucking lies
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| Man that’s a trick, she probably got her dad’s dick
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| I’m a rude dude I’d eat the witherd prune shoot Reese Witherspoon
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| Poops through, spew puke a few screws loose in my noodle
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| If one falls out I chew through, lose a tooth in my fruit loops
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| Shoot hoops with Magic Johnson, kidnap him
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| Lock 'em up in my cabinet and trap him
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| And make him give his highly contagious virus
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| To Dane Cook
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| I fucking like Miley Cyrus
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| Yeah — I’m coming for y’all suckers
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| Hitch hike to Hollywood, with strange truckers
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| And I’m stealing cars, on the boulevard
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| I hit a superstar hard, quick to pull a car
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| I’m in your mansion I bypassed security |
| I got your butler at gunpoint serving me
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| And your assistants dead, and your maid is dead
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| And I’m eating all your pets laying your bed |