| Woo!
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| ome on, man, come on man
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| Okay!
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| Hook:
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| It feels so wrong but it feels so right
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| But it’s allright, it’s okay with me
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| I’ll do my steps all by myself
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| I don’t need nobody to play with me
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| But if you just give me a chance
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| I could put you in a trance the way I dance
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| But don’t nobody wanna play with me
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| So I’m taking my ball and going home
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| Hoo-ooome
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| I’m that guy, man
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| Shove a diamond up my hind end
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| And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals
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| Slut poke holes in your shirt jump in mud puddles
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| While I stomp mud holes in your ass, girl, now let’s cuddle
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| Blood curdling, you’re gurgling on your blood what’ll
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| I’ll do for my next trick
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| I’m feelin' one duffle
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| I think I might just do something a little less subtle
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| Shove a f*ckin tonka truck up a little kid’s butthole
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| Feel the wrath of a physcopath slash ambassador
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| of the Valentine’s Day massacre slash assassin
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| I’ll slash her in the ass with an icicle
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| And leave her layin a bloodbath
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| Put a catheder in and jump in the bath with her
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| In my Spiderman mask
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| Man, just imagine the fun I could have with a strap on
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| Stick it up Kim Kardashian’s a*s and make the b*tch run a triathalon
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| Are those pistachios? |
| Damn, I’d like to have some
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| Laying on the patio man, rollin a fat one
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| Shady drop the magic marker, put the cap on
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| God damn, man, are you that much of an asshole?
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| Hook:
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| It feels so wrong but it feels so right
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| But it’s allright, it’s okay with me
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| I’ll do my steps all by myself
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| I don’t need nobody to play with me
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| But if you just give me a chance
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| I could put you in a trance the way I dance
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| But don’t nobody wanna play with me
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| So I’m taking my ball and going home
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| Hoo-ooome
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| I’m like Houdini,
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| Tuck my teenie-eenie-weenie-between each one of my thighs
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| And make it dissapear like
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| Make that shit dissaper like Tara Reid in a bikini
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| Believe me, homie, you don’t know the meaning of a meanie
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| They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter
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| I’m tryin ta manuever the hoover up in your poop chute
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| Don’t move or ya, might get it stuck up so fucking far in your uvula
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| You ain’t gonna know what he was trying to do to ya gluteus
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| Totally tubular sniffing glue throught a tube in the stud-i-a
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| Now who do ya think is more frut-i-a?
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| Weenie smothered in peanut butter pudding on a tube of your eyeshadow
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| And man it looked nice
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| You shoulda seen it, mother
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| I think I put a piece of art on my Visa card
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| Then I go beat Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart
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| Then mosey on over to Rosy O’Donnell’s, with McDonalds
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| Jump on her lap, and watch The Sopranos
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| Hook:
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| It feels so wrong but it feels so right
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| But it’s allright, it’s okay with me
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| I’ll do my steps all by myself
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| I don’t need nobody to play with me
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| But if you just give me a chance
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| I could put you in a trance the way I dance
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| But don’t nobody wanna play with me
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| So I’m taking my ball and going home
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| Hoo-ooome
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| Shady, what are you doin' chewin' on a human?
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| Grab an aluminum bat, hit Hiedi Klum in the back
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| Boom! |
| and assumin' the fact that that dude’s in the back room
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| Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a racoon
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| Skewin' a rat, a cat, screwin a baboon
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| You shouldn’t aks what is he doin with that broom
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| You should be glad he ain’t leave you full of stab wounds
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| You in a trance, I’m back, doin my dance OOH
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| But they’re afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair
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| And make her wear a bathin suit
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| And take her parasailin?
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| Shady, why do ya gotta pick on the lady for?
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| Why you make her read 84 bedtime stories to you in baby talk?
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| Can we pick one, hid my juice box under my bassinet
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| No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed
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| You like graffiti, dyke? |
| Well I can pee-pee and write your name
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| Hook:
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| It feels so wrong but it feels so right
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| But it’s allright, it’s okay with me
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| I’ll do my steps all by myself
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| I don’t need nobody to play with me
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| But if you just give me a chance
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| I could put you in a trance the way I dance
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| But don’t nobody wanna play with me
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| So I’m taking my ball and going home
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| Hoo-ooome
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| Fine. |
| Nobody wants to play with me?
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| Fuck you, then. |
| B*tch
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| You guys are always mean to me, anyways.
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| All you do is rub gum in my hair and stuff
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| You guys are gonna make me sad
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| I’m sad
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| I’m gonna kye… I’m kying
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| I’m gonna tell my mom
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| Moooom! |