oh no, oh no, oh no, oh i know oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh i know (x2) i run shit in this house like i was now or never with no effort i bet you i could change my name to Klaus or something mildy Flemish pick up a saudi chemist from an Orange County dentist ouch, i’m whistling, trading and eating now poetry readings at AA meetings i text you pictures of my keister i’m serving some dead bodies from a Middle-Eastern skirmish damn, i’m oh so scooty a bro gropes boobies have sex with Snow White at the gym, on pedal bikes replenishing electrolytes your honor i dip my junk in the fondue told boring stories, show my blonde pubes i’m from the church of Satan’s archdiocese so i fart fire pits on her giant tits
oh no, oh no, oh no, oh i know oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh i know
i’m a prick on the ???? dialogues and my day’s minutiae gets micro-blogged eel doesn’t smell like ?? dog?? in gray Pumas i look like Sideshow Bob i urinate in what the cod-fish swims in who was to think, i’m God’s gift to women flirting (?) with about 30 asian chicks with herniated disks eating turkey bacon bits
‘n___’ ‘oh hey boo, how you been?’ ‘oh, oh. i saw you at the Cannes Film Festival.’ ‘nah that wasn’t me. you didn’t see me down there, nuh-uh baby.’ ‘oh, yes.’ ‘you talkin’ bout cannes? you a cunt.’ ‘tell me about it.’ ‘i saw you gettin’ jiggy as sunday with no pants on.’* ‘in highlind?’ ‘mhmm’ ‘hm, do tell. i bought those shoes also, for 30 euros, at the Champs-Élysées.’ ‘nigga, please. these shoes? this cummerbund? oh step, hon. oh and by the way, the pateé?’ ‘the pate was fabulous.’ ‘goose liva nigga’ ‘yes’
get ‘em oh, i know, you want my R&B hook oh, i know, your brains are partially cooked When this breaks this pillow under the gourmet kibble yer solar plexus be in this trouble hence the dribble?? it’s what’s beats forth? my friendship like a health plan i take all the multi-tiered how telegram then the movie trailed i hope they get pumped up
my script writing takes 3 road? understudies i enjoy the convos of the water buffalo hoes stop and hold I’m rocks sold through the double O’s y’all niggas too think i’m a hot date with a prop 8 slashed out on my ballot box salad tossed into a chocolate cake cause i’m so cute my hoes they look at me and their water break babies pop out with one gold tooth
oh no, oh no, oh no, oh i know oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh i know (x2) i never never repeat it over and over and over again i’m one of your pretentious friends pretentious friends pretentious friends (x2)