Taking My Ball
Yeah Make my vocals sound sexy Come on man, come on man okay [Chorus] It feels so wrong cos it feels so right But its all right its OK with me I'll do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But don't nobody wanna play with me so I'm Taking my ball and going home home I'm that guy man Shove a diamond up my hind end And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals Slut poke holes in ya shirt jump in mud puddles While I stomp mud holes in ya ass girl Now lets cuddle Blood curdlin' you're gurglin' on your blood What I do for my next trick I'm filling one duffle I think I might just do something a little less subtle Shove a fucking tonka truck up a little kid's butthole Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador of the Valentine's Day Massacre slash assassin I slash her in the ass with a icicle And leave her laying a blood bath While I put a catheter in And jump in the bath with her In my spider-man mask man Just imagine the fun I can have with a strap on Stick it up Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon Are those pistachio's damn I'd like to have some Laying on the patio man rolling a fat one Shady drop the magic marker put the cap on God damn man are you that much of an asshole [Chorus] I'm like Houdini Tuck my teenyeenyweeny between each One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie Make shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini believe me homie You don't know the meaning of a meanie They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter I'm trying to maneuver the hoover up in your poop shoot Don't move or ya might get it stuck so fucking far in your uvula You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus Totally tubular sniffing glue through a tube in the studia Now who do ya think is more fruitier Wiener smothered in peanut butter putting on a tube of ya eye shadow and man it look nice You should have seen it mother I think I'll put a piece of art on my visa card Then I'll go meet Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart Then mosy on over to Rosie O'Donnell's With McDonald's jump on her lap and watch the Sopranos [Chorus] Shady what are you doing chewing on a human Grab an aluminum bat hit Heidi Klum in the back boom Assuming the fact that dudes in the back room Using the bathroom vacuum and a raccoon Skewing a rat or cat screwing a baboon You shouldn't ask what is he doing with that broom You should be glad he didn't leave you full of stab wounds You in a trance I'm back doing my dance ooh But there afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair And make her wear a bathing suit and take her para sailing Shady why you gotta pick on the lady for Why you make her read eighty four bedtime stories to you in baby talk? Cos I'm scared there's monster's under my bed Kelly Pickler hit my juice box under my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet my diaper needs to be changed You like graffiti dike well I can pee pee and write your name [Chorus]
Written by: MARK BATSON, TREVOR LAWRENCE JR., MARSHALL MATHERS, DAWAUN PARKER, WRITERS UNKNOWN, ANDRE YOUNG
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