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(feat. Princess Superstar) [MCPB] A little goon in a locker room rat-tails the octaroon He'll be drinking vodka soon and his big brothers are frat guys whose IQs lose to their fitted baseball hat size Smirkin' jocks with hackysacks in Birkenstocks and khaki slacks I'm the hypest lyricist while they're like, "What type of beer is this?" The liquid is ubiquitous and has such a hold on all the strata, it's just got to be government-controlled Behind the bottle and the throne sits an unknown man wiser and bigger for the liquor store the number one franchiser Perhaps George Bush and his sons are relatives of Anheiser I wanted to get in a pooper hole one day so I invited girls over on Super Bowl Sunday Songtexteonly one showed up: Princess Superstar [PS] Thanks for inviting me over let me look around the bed post (bad dill folds?) back to back black dildos nice kit kudos pass the cool ranch doritos I love nachos put on Fat Joe naw, that really sucks, let's put on the Beatles Yo, let's check the half time show I hope it's Michael Jackson singin Satisfaction with Hanson or Luther Vandross in a sparkling costume with big pants dancin or maybe I saw that in a Bud Light commercial speakin' of which, give this bitch a drink quick to wet my lips you got enough cheddar lyin' around this place to fix up my tits as if I need it... [MCPB] Conchetta please! If you see any chedda' it's chedda cheese I'm easily great I don't need to be in some sort of Ken Kesey state to create something you can appreciate [PS] Who are you talkin to? [MCPB] Makin you draw conclusions and superficial distinctions make you go sacreu bleu [PS] I can speak French too suck my nuh-nuh french my cunt comprande voux? Look Pepe Le Pieux let's cut to the (de nu-mon?) you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you so it's on. [MCPB] Can I chime in? I'll still be rhymin' when I'm in your hymen I radiate like it was '88 and I'm searching for my lady mate I'm a hunter-gatherer a cunter-latherer My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice granny's panties moist I do the new when the tried and true fails plus I'm lookin' fly in my sky blue tails Now peel off your tube top so I can feel your boobs flop on my lubed cock socks up to your calf like a chick from the (craff?) I wanna put on a serated condom and saw you in half [PS] My knees are weak, I need knee-pads you fuck me blind, I can't see, dag! run me a hot bath add the epsom salt soak my lower half in your Mortal Kombat cocktail sauce let me head south put it in my mouth cause I like the taste. [MCPB] When I burst in your face I'll invade your personal space [PS] I'm like Chase, stick your card in and out Thanks see, look how much stacks of cream are coming out [MCPB] I removed her sanitary napkin with my teeth and there was a planetary backspin underneath I faced her wound Let's do a pap smear with a taster spoon you can sleep on the guest cot I'll sleep in the wet spot (Singing) I'll be your boyfriend Smooch on your pooper hole all through the Super Bowl your man doesn't even miss you glued to the boob tube, watchya gonna do dude? I woke up sticky and quickly applied a temporary tattoo to a hickey went to salt and shake her awake with orange juice, a straw, and coffee cake after we had a bite, we pushed the canoe in the lake [PS] You don't paddle right [MCPB] Look, a shooting star! [PS] It's a fuckin satellite [MCPB] Lady, one more complaint and I'll shove a rape-whistle up the Mrs. Va-J-J (starts whistling) [PS] What'd you say?!?! Listen Slim Shay-day tell Dre he better fuckin pay may (me) [starts laughing] [MCPB] Your talents are bite-size it's no suprise you rhyme with white guys I jumped in the water what did I want a girlfriend for? Just like you, you jizz on your floor. I don't want sweet potatoes anymore I didn't even leave her an oar did a medium crawl stroke back to shore Who's next to flirt with this exhausting extrovert? I parted some (palm frawns?) Guess who left me dry long johns Uncle Ralph McDaniels He said "what's up Paul Nathaniel Barman let's get MTV off the air I deserve my own channel." Aus Songtexte Mania