Two trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside, round the outside. Two trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside, round the outside.
I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to See Marshall no more they want chopped liver Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Whiskey that will jumpstart my heart quicker Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the Dr. when I'm not cooperating When I'm rocking the table while he's operating \"Hey\" You waited this long to stop debating Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney But your husbands heart problem is complicated So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So, come on dip, bum on your lips Fuck that cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy
Now this looks a job for me.. So everybody just follow me.. Cuz we need a little controversy.. Cuz it feels so empty without me ..
I said this looks like a job for me.. So everybody just follow me.. Cuz we need a little controversy.. Cuz it feels so empty without me..
Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feeling like prison is helpless, Til someone comes along on a mission and yells \"bitch\" A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, Pollutin' the air waves a rebel So let me just revel and bask, In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
Testing \"Attention Please\" Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?
Now this looks like a job for me.. So everybody just follow me.. Cuz we need a little controversy.. Cuz it feels so empty without me..
I said this looks like a job for me.. So everybody just follow me.. Cuz we need a little controversy.. Cuz it feels so empty without me..
A tisk-it a task-it, I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie, You 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old Let go, it's over, nobody listens to techno
Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, To do Black Music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) There's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea It'll be so empty without me