| I wrote down adjectives and nouns,
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| scribbled words and verbs
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| and then shopped it 'round.
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| Sold it for sixty more thousand bucks
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| than I have.
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| (What? Like writing books is hard?)
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| And when you read it
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| you’ll agree that it will lead you
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| down a path so bad.
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| This «game show fad.»
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| Balls out, no double entendre.
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| (I know Entendre! She’s a bitch.)
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| Pre-chorus:
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| I might just spill some T.
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| About this dude who’s on TV.
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| (I have no clue who you’re talking about)
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| His producer’s dick is huge.
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| And I know because I tasted his splooge.
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| You tried to make me behave.
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| You shooshed and shushed all the fun away,
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| but fuck you I’m not a Ru-Girl who’s some cliché.
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| In here I’ll make it clear
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| why I’m a superstar who will go far
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| on my own, suck my bone
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| as I walk away.
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| Oh, read her.
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| Oh, read all this alphanumerically.
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| Oh, read her.
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| Oh, your mess sucks less each and every page.
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| You read here for some makeup tips
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| and I won’t omit how to pop your zits.
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| Your fucked mug looks better
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| with my book held right here.
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| I’ll show you how you can steal a man
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| or cheat on exams and then pull some scams.
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| You need three D’s to fill up your life.
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| (Dick, drag, drugs)
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| Pre-chorus:
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| I’m just like Wikileaks,
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| but my dicks' up in my ass cheeks.
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| Oh, and B.T.W.
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| You wanna tuck? |
| That’s in chapter 2
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| (It's actually chapter 17)
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| If some bitch tries to step to you,
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| use your RBF as a countermove.
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| An RBF is conveiently defined back in the back of the book with all the words
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| and what they mean.
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| Counterattack with my paperback,
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| really beat that ass,
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| but leave good feedback, please
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| on Amazon for the.?. |
| all this shit
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| in this god damn fucking book!
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| UHHNN
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| Oh, read her.
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| Oh, read all this alphanumerically.
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| Oh, read her.
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| Oh, your mess sucks less each and every page. |