Yo... Same song and dance Damn girl, everywhere I go Same song and dance I like the way you move! All over the globe Same song and dance Something about it man Same song and dance In the Pale Moonlight Yo...
I’m lookin’ at ya, yeah girl Your kind of tookin’ back by The whole rapper thing aren’t ya? Probably thinkin’ you’ll get slapped so dang hard ya Won’t even be able to stand up straight, aren’t ya? Couple rape charges, people think you’re a monster The police constantly buggin’ ya non-stop I walk up on ya, well hello Tonya I think ya got your OnStar button inside your car stuck. You outta gas, do you gotta flat? I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundromat I got your back Why don’t you put your laundry basket in the back And sit up front, not askin’ it’s a trap You just got jacked and body snatched and it’s a rap In broad day, with no mask for this attack I heard ’em say, exact opposites attract If that’s a fact, it’ll take task force to get ya back C’mon
Yeah baby, do that dance It’s the last dance you’ll ever get the chance to do Girl shake that ass You ain’t ever gonna break that glass The windshields too strong for you I said yeah baby, sing that song It’s the last song you’ll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing Show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you cryin’ to me? Same song and dance...
The first victim I had, she was a big one Big movie star, a party girl, big fun She was the girl the media always picked on In and out of rehab, every 4 to 6 months She was always known for little pranks and slick stunts And Nickelodeon flashed her little kids once What an event it was, I was sitting in front I was hooked in it the first glimpse of them buns Seen her back stage now here’s where I come in son Look here she comes I better pull out the big guns Hello Lindsay, you’re looking a little thin hun How bout a ride to rehab, get in cunt Starting off on the wrong foot is what I didn’t want Girl I’m just kidding let me start over again hun See what I meant was, we should have a little intervention Come with me to Brighton, let me relieve your tension You little Wench ya, murder wasn’t my intention If I wanted to kill you it would of already been done Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her With sixty-six inches of extension... cord.
Yeah baby, do that dance It’s the last dance you’ll ever get the chance to do Girl shake that ass You ain’t ever gonna break that glass The windshields too strong for you I said yeah baby, sing that song It’s the last song you’ll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing Show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you cryin’ to me? Same song and dance...
My second victim was even bigger then the first Pop star, icon, the whole works She played a little schoolgirl when she first burst Upon the scene and seen that the world was hers She twirls and turns and flirts in skirts so bad it hurts It irked me and made me mad at first I lashed out through my songs but what was really going on Was that I had developed a crush I just didn’t know how to tell it to her... Should I cut off one of my ears and mail it to her? Send her pictures of my collections of skeletons of, footage of me impaling myself on an elephant tusk? We’ll settle this once and for all, I’mma tell her at dusk Tonight, tonight is the night and tell her I must Creep up, to her mansion in stilettos and just climb the gate and ring the bell like hello my love, I just picked your prescription for Seroquel up! Now would you like to share a pill or two with me? I’ll share my valium with you cause I’m feelin you Britney! I’ll trade you a blue one for a pink one Ever since a schoolgirl juvenile delinquent I’ve been feeling you ooh ooh girl you sexy little gal you Hold