When you hear this in the club You’re gonna free shit up You’re gonna puke up your guts Because this song really sucks When I’m outside the club I’m flashin’ my muff I’m flashin’ my muff Makin’ cameras blow up
She’s the X-Factor judge Whose always drugged up! She always also looks drunk Hey Lance, Simon shut up
When I’m driving through the club I’m doing hit and runs While I’m holding my son
Driving drunk is fun, ah!
I like to mix lyrics that are total shit With dance beats that are generic And then make futuristic videos That are tremendously boring and dull I am a total douche who's better than you That’s why I have this dumb hair-do And why I use way too much auto-tune
You are now-now rockin’ with a douche bag and a crazy bitch
Product placement.
Bring the cancer
I’m a fraud This song was written by my dog Why the hell do I dance like this? I look like a drugged up puppet! You dance like a white dude.
Eh yo!
My lyrics are so meaningless. My music is so horrendous (somebody kill me) It makes Soulja Boy seem legit
It’s rubbish!
Eh yo! Technology gets me so hot. I just had sex with this robot.
It was robot rape I said stop stop stop!
Eh yo!
Everybody can suck my cock. I am more important than god And everybody should know that: I’m a douche bag!
When I’m on lots of drugs. I like to sound British. That’s why I’m talking like this.
You’re not British Bitch.
I’m totally nuts. That’s why I married K-FED I did a ton of Meth. And then I shaved my head.
I am the worst musician of this decade My songs will give your eardrums AIDS. I hit my head real hard when I was eight. That’s why I dress like I’m from outer space.
The random crap I say: Is this the world Boom boom pow And Mazel tov
Somebody needs to make this garbage stop You are now-now rockin’ with a douche bag and a crazy bitch.