Woke up one morning I was really depressed
That kinda day when gettin dressed
Is like the hardest fuckin thing that you could ever imagine
Suckin hard yeah I was cold tragin
So I tried to make myself feel better
Called up my friend Kim and then I met her
Cuz she always makes me feel just a little bit stronger
And I needed advice, wonder if I was wrong for
Splittin with my baby it was almost two years
Which is a lot you know in dog years!
But anyway, I wrote enough songs about him in our day
So I'm gonna stop now and put it away in the back of my brain
And tell you bout the other shit I have to complain about that day
Picked up the guitar tried to play
Couldn't get past the chord A
And E and C and fuck it was boring
All of a sudden there's a knock at the door and it was my old neighbor
Who wakes me up every mornin 7:30 am
Ridin her exercycle blastin Lite FM
But she tells me I gotta keep it down
I give up, I'm so down
I hate where I be livin on Clinton Street
The other day I saw a dead guy lyin under a sheet
And these 14 year old pushers tryin to sell me dope
And the fuckin salsa music I can't even cope
I used to really love livin on the Lower East Side
But when I walk down the street, "Yo Pussy need a ride?"
Is what I hear from every mac muthafucker givin hassles
Yo Punk I ain't a stripper, you see some tassles?
Crawlin all over the apartment are cockroaches and moths
And my ex-boyfriend says I act like David Lee Roth
All these record labels calling but they don't produce the cash
Yo boy shave that goatee and uh then call me back
I'm working 2 different jobs and I'm always fuckin broke
Eatin tofu everyday and uh maybe a coke
Feelin down feelin bad feelin slow like a turtle
C'mon get me off the mike because I'm frontin like Urkel!
(C. Kirschner, A. Reid)
Don't censor me I live like a saint I meditate every morning drink carrot juice I'm hardly late
Try censoring your candidate who gets head under the desk
If that's what you get you can bet I wanna be the next prez
I deserve the best and if you think my lyrics are incendiary I'll go back to being an insipid secretary
Won't inspire no one, then the world will be safe I'll just use words to talk about how Microsoft Word is so great
I feel bad that everyone is crazy and kids are smokin crack
I also feel bad that Michaelangelo might have hurt his back
And what if there were no tracts for Shakespeare or wax for Flash no road for Kerouac
There might not have been rap
Leave us alone make your own family a better place
How much hate could we eliminate if you were down with your kids' mix tapes
It must have been fate that brought me to this game
So let's gain use the platform for something more than Phat Farm
Sing about the Bling Bling Sing to help em outta Sing Sing turn your beepers off ring ring
I'm getting sicker here's the kicker fuck your Advisory Sticker
I'm advise to stick 'this CD made by Seagram's Liquor'
You're puttin too much weight into words and there's too much hate in this world
Stop blamin us for all the pain and stuff, fuck, shit man, it's just a cuss we ain't that dangerous
For every song that supposedly maimed someone's life there's a million songs that changed someone's life
Change your mind chains in your mind people dyin gets defined by parents who lie and hurt their child
Dot commers don't affect migrant farmers, Bronx Bombers get paid enough to help all the baby mamas
I'm a vomit this 'til all the lobbyists in congresses keep their promises and the artists are all real artists
And the fathers finish what the fuck they started
Comma comma what the hell do I know I'm just an MC getting real damn busy on the mic
Getting all up in a tizzy I might just shutup and brag on how I keep my rhymes tight
Cuz that's what's selling tonight
(Bahamadia rhyme)
I'm not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address
No Chivas, no Lexus, ain't got the flattest solar plexus
I throw it down with everything I got
Cause I'm just a girl--not
Me, I never use the word just
To the maximum my axiom get into my taxi, um
Listen, it wasn't always like that
I used to feel freaky, icky
Bein' bad like Darling Nikki
Never ever fit the mold at school or in the hood
But now the children sing she's the little freakazoid that could
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
P-Supe (what) and it don't come from Campbell
Just move (what) place my butt upon your mantel
See I cut from the gut to get everything I need
And I stick with it if at first I don't succeed
And I'm out and I'm out lettin' my freaky flag fly
You don't ask why cuz you know that I try
Accept yourself, express yourself to the limit
Body soul or chicken roll you know that I'm in it
And you know what
Sometimes you feel like a nut
And sometimes you don't
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Hey yo Ski-I wantcha to come round here and show the audience we mean bonified, fortified, nutrified
BUSINESS
Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about
Cuz you know, soon I'll be rollin' in the Rolls to go bowling after the show
I'll be strollin', patrollin' the streets with a feather in my hat
Imagine that, huh, I think I made myself Claritan, clear in that
I got the throttle cause I'm mack like the truck
C'mon everybody let's get------
Get up Get up Get up --never sit down!
Woke up I didn't know what day it was
I been through some shit boy you never believe it
Cuz I struggle everyday to keep my head up like a tower
You know why - I got the Power!
And I ain't never givin' up sucker
Put me on the field I'm a cook your ass like Betty Crocker
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Nobody beats the Priz--cess and uh
Once again it's on
People wanna know if I'm a diva
Well let me see, uh
I wrote these lyrics at a day job
Not Nassau Coliseum
But I'm a get there soon boy
blow up the spot like in my own platoon boy
Reading bad press I get depressed really major
Goddamn yo, at least I'm in the fuckin paper
And when the goin' gets tough Mr. Ocean said it best
Put that ass in gear baby put it to the test
Scuse me, I don't believe I was finished
Making all your bad hurt feelings be diminished and delicious
Like a tasty ice cream or scone
Let me make you pant for the milk bone
Woof woof and let it all hang out
Don't you just freak baby freakin freak it out
Kick it trick it or lick it but please don't stick it up your nose
If you wanna strike a pose you gotta keep it on the real inside
Keep it on the real inside, keepit on the real inside.
Hold your breath when you see me walking by
I'm obsessed with movies, like Barbed Wire throw a stiletto in ya eye
I confess I'm like Jesse James in an Ames parking lot
Have humorous fun pullin numerous guns on consumers (Run!)
Your man-freaked that, I told John- Get Back
Broke your 8Track A-Dats stole your Kit Kats
Grab your fanny pack and gagged you with a six pack a six White Castle sack
Drip wax in your office fax changed a few facts in your contract
Your advance is axed and A & R is gonna write all ya new tracks
I'm on the dole with mad loot sellin bootlegs of poor artists
Got two legs to work but I beg for change to drink Bacardis
Hearty meals got these Hardy Boys hard then taught Nancy Drew and her dog
How to jerk off and how to steal from drug dealers
Ahh enough of this I killed Snuffalufagus
With pills and made a snuff film to prove to Big Bird he exists (See he is real!)
I'm ill cant deal with mere mortals
Got a portal in my knee to beam me to a balance beam but I just drank 3 Jim Beams
My Olympic team is gonna scream at me, is it my turn? I gotta pee
I'm 14 but haven't grown since I was three
Get my kicks feedin drinks to kids in rehab clinks
Minx took Pink to my sink and used her hair die to die my minks
Tattoo inks with Ajax I highjacked Pat Sajak
Sent him back to Wheel of Fortune with a bad limp and a crack habit
Silly rabbit this song is for kids, the way the messed up system is
If I was a black man I'd be up on a 8 year bid
Id ego you know I wish I owned those, but I sold em to buy nice speakers
(What kind?) Bose
Trouble-We like it like that
Trouble capital T stands for me punchin ya tummy cover you with honey and ants
Fatal Attraction boil a bunny while I breakdance
Fart in my hotpants in a crowded theatre at Sundance (must have been the hot ranch)
So let's dance because I killed Bowie's wife with a bowie knife
C'mon mon it was Iman and man Bowie's my man gimme one more night
I just upchucked my pills and Tom Collins on Phil Collins, I mean Phil it was just a spill-chill
Bad upbringing I made Jerry's kids phone stop ringing
I'm only kiddin with this sick singing I'm just givin what this track's bringin
Trouble I'm not subtle I need more air so I popped that kid and stole his bubble
Stuck him in some double Tupperware, A clean death inject ya with Crest and crystal meth
Obsessed with my own breasts won't look at you so don't get undressed for sex
I guess I'm on a rampage for underage idols
Did Malcolm's bro in the middle and little Kenny with subtitles
I strike quick like the emperor not the right temperature and I think it's too easy to make fun
of 98 Degrees
And now that you mention it Britney, Christina, and Nsync-
Please don't mess with me I'll spit you out like you were Sunny D
Did you really think you could be mean baby? Listen this next part is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, smoke Endo
As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a crescendo and throw Super Mario and Atari out the window?
Now, we have something in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant
Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you're in college apologies accepted
I might have left lyrical holes in your mind
You'll fill it later with Cable or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play? Fine
Play-doh, roll you through a machine until you come out in little strings
I'm obscene I really could eat like 5 Krispy Kremes
Like when they're hot-Like all my tracks are hot
I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot-Like all my tracks are
Stop going on AOL chat to try to find friends, yeah everyone likes you because you said you
were tall, slim and
Liked Dre over Ren, Cage over Em, Rage over them, Bahamadia over Lil' Kim
I had no idea you been down with hip-hop since you were ten
You were out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all over Ken and marveling over your carving
Of Led Zeppelin in your desk in ya den
I'm hittin mad skins you got bad skin get rad skins for your MP3 player kid I'm a Real Player!
Hard like Slayer while you a dater with Darth Vader I'm famous-later-
I hang with both Ralph Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm super you play boring Solitaire on your computer combed over hair
Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters in your underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don't care
I was nice to you originally what I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd
booin naturally
Actually this is a big 'ol waste of my time
I would rather be home playing with my parakeets than making up this stupid rhyme
I mean, I am a sensitive Pisces and I wouldn't want to make you start cryin-Yeah start cryin
You get mad at Napster when nobody's even heard of you
I did a search on your name and came up with 1 result-
It was your computer, you're a loser
Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop sounding lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters
What you think this is Bingo? I got singles out already
People know my name in discerning circles from New York to LA
While you earn Colonels jerk pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray
You're idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a title
Nobody trades your file chill child when I said I liked you I was just tired
Go occupy yourself for a while you're lost whatever just frick off, vile in denial just step off
Why you think I get deals from record labels you get deals from drug dealers
Unappealing insincere won't eat Happy Meals you spill bong water like tears filled with lost
fear
Do acid and beer and trip out on how your queer little beard looks so weird in the mirror man
Guitar noodlin and patchouli let me teach you Ital-go Fongule
When I was in high school I'd a thought you were so fuckin cool
Anyway as I was saying before my screen name is much better than yours, its' -----
What you think I would tell you so you can Instant Messenger me all day?
I don't think so I am very important and right now I am eating lunch
Go get signed to Ruffhouse go away, bid on Ebay for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mug,
A sticky handcuffed pic of buff Courtney Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a Jackson glove,
A blow up Peter Max pillow of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all that stuff:
You know we got panache
Style, sass, gettin mad cash keepin it under wraps
Pizazz and class we sit in the back
Spendin mad cash money money and we real bad ass
You know we got panache style, sass
Gettin mad ass keepin it under glass
Pizazz and class we kiss in the back
Spittin mad trash honey honey and we real bad ass
You know we got panache we gettin mad cash
Paid a dime a second like Diamond Dave and Damon Dash
I spit sonic gas classy psychopath psychotic iconoclast I got an iconic ass
It's ironic how erotic my robotic sonnets get girls in bonnets hot like Harry Connicks
Sick on gin and tonics we super sonic hook you on our phonics
Learned Ebonics by erotic ebony dick and Mantronix
Never stoppin it sock electronic shit allotted the whole club up when we spotted it
And if we wanted it fill it with men and spawn and shit
Ain't nothing wrong with it lets get the party started shit let's get it on and hit
High ballin cat callin no alcohol yo we all suck on a straw
A certain Je ne sais quoi at the bar I hit it raw never do look back unless we like what we saw
Never do look back OK papa?
On the case like Steve Case estates like Oprah's place
Savoir faire and grace every hair in place here's a taste no time to waste
Do my makeup in the mirror while I sit up on your face
We paid great and when we don't got dates dig in the crates eat steak and masturbate
Spin wax make tracks we laid laid back, ladies get laid and stay up late at that
Now we getting critical mass sass pinnacle like the citadel not minimal we hospitable
Mad kissable it's difficult aristicral princess for instance we invincible never divisible make
you invisible
Kit in each car Kittens with Kit Kat bars kickin etiquette from Connecticut to Zanzibar
Strip malls to big balls 'n concert halls New York Dolls taggin up bathroom stalls
We All-Stars make folly North down to Raleigh
Follow me suck lollys down in Bali all enthralled dollies arty as Dali
And when Mr. Rodgers calls me-
Ooh here I come not what you expected
Y'all erected while I wreck shit next bit hard while I wreck it
Elected prom queen on the strength of my last record
Hectic get nekkid and do it backstage after you all exit
About three minutes start countin back seconds
I got sexists beggin me to make me breakfasts
Winnipeg to Texas, Easter egg to Xmas
Ass in excess make them other senseless girls look anorexics
Ain't nobody can do what I do, can't have what I have, untouchable don't be mad
If naughty girls need love too then I guess I'm bad
Flow like Maxi Pad, magic Alad it's just some crazy spark I always had
Y'all are gonna feel like Chris Columbus when you discover me
Under the covers undercover in reverie readily I'd say I was bigger than Jesus
Save the formal apology for my Anthology and Regis
Stand off/hands off
The Princess resussin y'all fresh air in the game
Hands off she's untouchable, untouchable what, untouchable what, untouchable what, untouchable
right
I'm the finest of the best and if that don't make sense
Who cares look at how I dress and if that don't make sense I'm gonna talk about you in past
tense
And if that don't make sense fuck you I'm a go smoke sens
Don't start a fight with me I don't care I'll bite your teeth
Get in ya shit like a colostomy impossible to compete with me
A Prophecy- I'm gonna own everything like I was an apostrophe
Number 1 on Billboard a record of just me coughing see
To heck with ya I'm kickin non-sequiturs
To all my competitors so out your range don't give a what if I'm strange
Come up to my room D'Angelo I want to bite your abdomen-what!
Have fun crush you lyrically like Nell Carter mixed with Big Pun and Run
Never outdone shinin charisma only one star can outshine and that's the sun
I got a vision itchin to be an imposition invadin domes and homes like a religion inquisition
A juxtaposition let's fuck you pick the position holdin the front of the fridge bangin your
bitch in the kitchen
Diamond in the rough? I'm rough on the diamond-Gotta be nice if you want in the hymen
If you an MC you better be nice when you rhymin
And if you get me a seltzer it better have a lime and um
Memorize the name the Superstar, open your big mouths only if you about to go Rarrrr
On the ones, twos, threes and fives no 1200's I got 12,000's and I mean guys!
Easy on eyes I can't lie get high from rhymes to you know what I'm tight
What a lady, what a night, oooh, and if you think this song is through, there's Untouchable
Part 2
Untouchable in the 4X4 untouchable you know I got more
(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster)
Princess Superstar's year to make a million women and men scream and cry
through the millennium
All up in 'em comin off like deep impact in your drawers because
This hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald Trump look poor
Like Dionne Warwick I'll predict your future trick super kicks
You will listen to this, buy this, 95 cents a damn minute
Admit it, when you were on monkey bars you thought there'd be candy bars,
Marquee stars
Emblazoned up with your name in it
Maybe you need to shoot me into outer space cuz I don't belong here
Not in this place not in this atmosphere
You can take your Palm air Range Rover bitch Plastic tit politics
And pay it in ducats to the Corrupt Conglomerate
Fuck it/ I Don't need to party like it's 1999 cuz by that time, the next day at 9:00
That kid'll be working for me bright and early
Waxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for me
What did you dream, what did you dream you'd be?
Are you where you wanna be?
2G, Kick it off
I was gonna be a scientist with more dough
Marilyn Monroe 2 kids mansion hi rise co condo mondo
Fresh pond in the backyard
High gates and attack guard
Now look on my card (what's it say?)
Bitch in charge of shit at my big dick day job
I got more leg than any legacy to leave
But I got my head, and peeps and me got plenty Hennessy to pee
Please call Nasa bring my ass back to your planet
See I am something I never thought, never even dreamed I'd be
Princess Superstar
And at 2G When ya gonna be what you wanna be
When ya gonna be what you really want to be?
What did you dream, what did you dream you'd be?
Are you where you wanna be?
2G, Kick it off
(You'll have to ask John Forte the dope shit he kicked next.!)
I'm the chick who drops sick flows fill bowls with ill flows ill ho hell knows
pantyhose holes full of No Doz
Make your earholes shit pop six Pep Bysmol sick abysmal bitch suckin dildos instead of dicks
for kicks
No time for fake bitches, just sip some orange juice with my real bitches
And I just got three wishes I ain't askin for world peace
I want Range Rovers in three different colors Genie gimme the damn keys!
Dead wrong like a Dead sticker on a bong bombs runnin arms and rayguns with Ron Reagan to
Vietnam and Iran
I'm blonde and dumb, I just taped over your demo with my song, gagged Cisco with his thong
I ain't kiddin I'm filled with lil pills of Ritalin riddle middle men to rob Bailey and Biddle
again tell a friend
I use men like Mennen in my armpit I'm bad I can't stop it
Evil twin count as two in your caucus tell Murdoch lemme in his office
I'm a steal the carpet then Fox and then Rawkus, voted for Dukakis, and I like Secaucus
Cuz they got the word cock in it
Welcome to my world, such a nice nice girl, welcome to my world
Of course I'm getting lost ran into Kate Moss
Fed her a nine course full of chopped horse and forced her to toss
10 times divorced I speak in Morse-dot dot dash dot dash (HuH?) I just told you had an ugly ass!
Type rash unabashed crass with a brain rash strapped for cash take me to your trailer I'll
steal your trash
Ask me a question, I love to lie, hey look girl is that Jimi Hendrix? 'Scuse me while I kiss
your guy
Everyone tells me I'm the female Eminem-well all I'm gonna talk about is getting fucked up the
ass then
Don't be mad Em I'm just playin, I wish I had a Dr. Dre and sold out shows one million white
faces in Dayton
Ritzes stead of Days Inn bitches for maids then
2 scoops of raisins amazin lays by names like Casey Kasem
Lazin by the pool with record industry fools Crystal in my drool, man that'd be cool
I'm like Whoa
Let me answer the question of the day-I was born in Spanish Harlem then moved to PA
On 172 and St. Nich. Food stamps and WIC 'til my folks worked themselves rich (this track's
making me sick)
If you want to compare me like white Lil' Kim female Kool Keith
I'm speak and keep it simple, here's your brain on Princess Superstar pretty mental:
Ok-- I'm the Black Shirley Temple
Iced out like Entenmanns iced pens and diamond engines and denims
Got 10 Yemins countin Benjamins with Lettermans
Killin Pac mens like Inky and Binky
When ya stick your finger in me it'll be sticky come out with a diamond ring on your pinky
Work six different angles, nicer tits than all the Bangles
Got Kangols singin Star Spangles - Oh Say Can You See
I'm better lookin than the flag you can sing that shit to me (I'm gonna get in big trouble
Louise!)
I'm taking a stance spend my big advance on a 500 man lap dance
Put ants in Bagger Vance's baggy pants sir come dance it's just my circumstance
I wanna watch him do the Safety Dance, I'd do it myself but I can't
Or I'll just give my dough to my new label for nice dinners and liquor
(C. Kirschner)
Produced by Concetta Kirschner for Concetta Music (BMI). Additional Production by Curtis Curtis for The Vertical Corporation (BMI). Guitar by Pete Kohl. Bass by Walter Sipser
I'm the flyest MC the finest MC the nicest MC oh that's boring see
There's another MPC so why you think most hip-hop sounds the same except for me?
Cryptic kick shit from the crypt sadistic lick hits with wit I'm quick
Rip crickets in a wicket I'm plain wicked thick in the rig wearing kid lipstick
I wreck shit on the next shit spit it in ya ear bit like a Qtip
Big silly bitch wickedy witch lickety split in a sitch no dick but talk big carry a big stick
So I'm a girl, yeah I'm white and I write all night with a bare swingin light
On the computer alright a producer alright
I produced this song- so you know who you are you know you were wrong
No I was not in that porn On Golden Blonde got it goin on more James Bond than Sean John
Conned James Cahn for a ticket to Cannes and I Love Ferris Bueller like tchhickachickkaa
Please don't ask me who writes my lyrics
I'll spit up in your face much faster than you could hear it
Don't ask me who writes my lyrics
Damn ya you're enamored I'm a slam ya hotter than your can down in Alabama
Where's my camera I need a Kodak moment of the moment I made you feel like Hammer
Son of Sam? I'm the daughter of Sam, slaughter a man on the microphone
Pardon me ma'am was that part of a man or your son I just whipped on the mic and sent home
Big quick shit New York- Stockholm
Kike and a Wop Wipin a cock walkin the block drop ya jaw to jock to your sock
I get that a lot yeah stop take stock shhh let me show you what I got
Made up my mind- like made it up I imagined it-I don't got a mind I abandoned it in a cabinet
So I could be a candidate for writin a few hits walkin a few pits and cashin in on that shit
I put out my first tape in '94 if you got one, I'll buy it
I don't got one no more it was called Mitch Better get my Bunny
That shit was shitty but funny I admit it was dumb but I did it with no money
In 9-5 my first CD called Strictly Platinum but it didn't go Platinum it went back to them
And instead of waitin for someone to put me on
I started a label ran it 'til the money was gone, then came along, then was gone,
Money money money, don't try to make it with your songs
But like Salt 'n Pepa in El Segundo we push it a long (Push it!)
And then Fat Beats wouldn't take my last LP
So I got egg beaters threw em back at the backpacks on 6th Ave. passin me
At the Bagel Buffet planted a bomb next to Grays
And when the records rained I sold 'em back for double to Fat Beats in LA
It's all OK cuz when Fat Beats still wouldn't distribute my record
I renamed it-Pharoah Monch featuring Chubby Checker
Ha ha mic wrecker don't sleep, Princess Superstar €" The shit is deep
I like Sex. I like Sex. I like Sex. I like Sex.
I like sex in the mornin like sex in the night
like sex in the evenin wanna fuck all night
I like sex in the morning like sex in the day
like sex in the tub pull out the drain
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
Said I don't want to get stuck on you
I don't want to talk to you
I'm not feelin all confused
I just want sex cuz I'm loose
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
Douze Francs, douze francs
CMON!
I already heard your name
And I have always felt this way
I am going so insane
I think I'll have some sex today
C'mon
Douze francs Douze francs!
This is a story from my life see I wouldn't want to lie getting on by with my lullaby
And all a my friends getting high mens holler holler hi all the time
But I can't find no man to love me
Sometimes I get up I'm down I feel deadened hurt headed I'm down so I sweat it
Through my day this ain't the way chained to the desk mess hurt wrists phone fits and post-its
I heard it gonna change but see you in it hard to see the final minute when
the world is yours all yours
I'll get it I mean it And in the evenin, I'm alone
Not by the phone but I'm alone yo
Persevere all my fears try to weigh me down look around my ceilin's peelin
rap deal you feelin I ain't now
Do it myself independent gotta try, no lie/ ain't No Limit kid no Majors
gonna fuck me up right
I just want to sing a song about my life, my life
This is a story from my life see I wouldn't want to lie getting on by with my lullaby
And all a my friends getting high mens holler holler hi all the time
But I can't find no man to love me
I'm sweet like nickel candy debutante on the street what in heat
Caught you haulin at me, mind stallin at me
Need you workin for me, need you talkin to me, not something fuckin on me
What
I'm patient like a doctor got the stock of proper genius hottest Venus
On top I'll stop your heart drop your jaw right to your pe-better heed this
Queen of Mt. Olympus can't resist the goddess honest
The kind you never/always take home to your mamas
Accomplish what no other can treat you like no other man
Understand this mad mind body you ain't seen in a woman
My mommy posessed this passed this on/ dad made me strong played me mad songs growin up
Told me I be the one well I want the one/levels deep and heart drum beat
boom beat boom beat
But complex properties of my mind keep em 10 steps behind /takin mad time to find a guy it ain't right
Worthy of my lullaby it ain't right/ try to keep this shit inside it ain't right it ain't right
All night I can drive you wild, the sex the intellect get respect fuck the cheddar/better bet
I'm the next to get mine find mine it's alright but sometimes it hurts my mind
(CHORUS)
Word to God
I'll be the best girl you ever got, I'll keep it so hot
I'll just never stop
I got the plot locked, I got no guns cocked
And if you with me let me hear you say Nana
I'm sure that this is more than you can handle
This example/ coming from a girl placed high up on the mantle
Hold a candle to it, sick of the predicament
Tired of the bull thick headed, need a sedative to get at it, well I invented it.
My case in point I would anoint you my prince
Love you head toe to fingerprints all benefits laugh and count all our kids,
make all our bids
Butterfly kiss with our lids/Let's make it come all to this
Gem at the precipice of the palace/ drink from my chalice
Never be jealous, no malice, I'll be your ballast
When winds blow on I'll stand strong
When winds blow on I'll stand strong.
(C. Kirschner, Riggs-Morales)
Chess-T-BunZ:
Me and my girls were looking for the party
Sippin on Shirls, Cherry 7, no Bacardi
There's that new club in town (the Ass Palace)
Word, and they patted us down
Looked around crazy lights flash fog on the ground
The place was weird and it gets weirder still for real
On the Ceil, I couldnt tell but
Floatin there, a girl in some fake ass Gucci underwear
Naked, gold skin bare
Aint no joke (Did you toke?)
Nah I didnt smoke, she spoke, told us to take our pants off
I'm like Nope! Everyone was trance dancin with their hands up
I still had my pants up But then she go.
Princess:
Sweep your feet with the beat unique get what you really need
Follow the beat faster than Superman speed
Rock the beat shakin the butt on the cuts beat it Billy Jean beat on the butt
Simon says Get the fuck up /My Pharoah Monchi chi
How you soft and cuddly
Pourin all them big boobed bitches bubbly
Shake funnily /nuff bitch for two chew chew bless you twin boo how they call me?
Peppermint Doubly
Everybody get up/Take your pants off
Everybody get up/Bump your ass off
Bump bump your ass off
Princess:
Check the panoply, a bubbly butt in the back of me
Cacophony of butt smacks 'n happy cackiling
Ass grappelling All happening while I'm didact-a-ing
Keep practicing
ChessT: What she sayin?
Princess: Stop thinkin, just dig in
ChessT-shake your Big-uns
It's just the beginnin remove linens all the womens
Grab your men 'ns freak like Richard Simmons
No time to be timids Don't limit your image
Get lucky bump at home at your cribbage
C'mon get a move on/Get your groove on
This aint the right song/To leave no pants on
Hit em with a hee haw on the beat ya
Goddamn, nice to meet ya
(Chorus)
Princess:
Alright, it's time to learn a new dance now
Get yourself a partner. Now I want one partner to turn away the opposite direction
Partner #1 grab one of partner number 2's buttcheeks with one hand
Now cross over the other hand and grab the other buttcheek now move it in
time with the trumpet
Princess:
Candy cone lick it til it's gone
Kick it take it home smack it Kit Kat
Hang the phone hit that drive it home
When I say it's on then it's on
When I take it home then you best be on, dance c'mon
Body shakin you achin want you all to get naked while I'm makin takin your body
Breakin your body wit naughty keepin the party hearty
Hey Smartie roll up your sweet ass and party
Aint nothin wrong House music ALL NIGHT LONG
Go ChesT Go ChesT Go ChesT!
Take a look at who you dancin with
Tell em who you gonna do it with
Tell em I'm gonna do ya!
Brock:
When Brock's in the club
Getting lots of the love
From the sluts with the butts that be stuck on the drugs
I see you on the dance floor looking all stuck
Now you awestruck cuz Brock got pull like a fuckin small truck
Meet me at the bar so we can have a few drinks
Just see how you think and why you actin all stink
Then hit the dance floor after we buy out the bar
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night like El Debarge
Your hips is nice and your tits is all soft
But girl I wanna see you with your pants off
Princess:
Go ChessT!
Poke me mon, all this booty-- you gotta catch it all!!
You know we were eatin' dinner at the Red Lobster the other night
and as I looked across the table and into your eyes
I thought to myself, damn you're smooth
so fine...
A smooth-assed baby up and asked me for a date
wear a fancy dress and yo don't be late
he said I'll pick you up baby in my black Mercedes
he was so damn fly I knew he pulled all the ladies
It was a classy place yeah it was the Red Lobster
eatin' some shrimp then he told me he's a mobster
took of the pinkie ring and he put it in my hand
sayin' now you are my lady, I'm your man
You were wearin' one of those fine Italian suits
and in your lapel you had a handkerchief
and I noticed that it was embroidered
and I really like that
I was kinda scared but a little excited
pulled out the AK and I wanted to ride it
finished our corn, went out to do a job
this fine smooth man got me working for the mob
We started plannin' a jewelry heist
and I'm thinking to myself that this man is nice
diamonds and fur yeah he's got all the moves
well he may be bad but he sure is smooth!
I've been thinking about Kool Keith's ass for a long time now
Thinkin about how I gotta get out find out where he hangs out with his pants down
I know he likes porno stacks and cable, mentally unstable
But that's ok I'll cook dinner then make him dance naked while I medicate
him and clean off the kitchen table
He lives in LA I hate it there but I got big blonde hair so I'll fit in,
visit my Grandma, play her my new CD
And then from there go to Burbank, sit in the studio audience of Jeopardy,
make Keith take me to
Universal Studios, Disneyland, Viper Room, then he'll get in bed with me
I mean, the guy needs a little therapy.
"It depends how much you're willing to destroy my career"
Ha! That's what he says to me? How ya gonna say that Mr. Dr. Doom insane
rat sandwich Dr. Octagynocologist Obscenity
Now he's on Columbia Records I hope it doesn't wreck him, maybe it's better
for where he's headed
There'll be more ladies, Keith's ass, I gotta defend it!
Martial Arts Star Wars bar hoars I keep shot callers
I sleep with all Kool Keith lyric sheets in my teddy bear in my bare arms
I just wanna cuddle up against the bare moon, I wanna spoon
He could sing me "Blue Flowers" in my ear, but maybe this time, it'd be in tune
Look Keith, if you're listening send me an aol email, I'm a hot female, I
keep it real, representin what?
Your butt.
(C. Kirschner)
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Bass: Walter Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta
Love Love to be a Player.
I'm in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket
Well you heard my rhymes you seen my pictures
Bitches see me, they wanna be me
And all the brothers run to them cuz they can't reach me
For real maybe I'm magic, everyone David Coppafeel
Automatically grab it
Diva Don't fuss believe me, you built like a bus I'm a jump you like Kneival
in a rush. Please
I got a Ph.D a playa hatin degree when it ain't me check me
University teach class dispatch grade D my Keats kick you in the Balzac
Alls that so wack/hiphop hits gone bad/ but that brag dag, it's temptin
Money Cash Hoes let me kick a little somethin
I can put the ho back in hotel, write, win a Nobel, run wit the cartel,
Rock? Well I rock well, slam like a Montel, fat eat a Snackwell, smack like
a Bonne Bell
Talk with the tic tac on the Startac wait hate that
It's Rap gettin tired
Booty Call of the Wild -I'm snorin
Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin
You Don't Blowfish? Hmm..Let me finish, I'm a step wit
Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip
Trap for the flip hit Billboard shit
Damn I did it (what for?)
Connect 4, pretty sneaky sis, gimme some more
Cuz this Cracker needs a Jack , need some caramel in the back
And since you askin lick me like Baskin,
Like you Robbin cream/where you been?
Multitask my ass like computer blue Year 2
Oh no shoot, Hal's gone crazy /Amazing, Grace
Like Jones I'm a giant, Body Y-2-K compliant
Please, I'm ready for 3 grand
Cryogenic freeze, I'm the nations gift for future man
No frozen skeeze jokes, Ya'all shut up
I love to be a Player
I hate to be a Player, worse I hate to relay it
You better run for cover
Last tango with the lover, get the butter
See my vest !see my vest!
Take it off see my chest (Doh!)
I confess boy I'll house you
Break you off a little I'm about to astound you
Always ill on Principal like Victoria
got a pimple shit now I'm borin ya
Braggadacio should just be a font
Tired of players, playa haters, playa songs
It's time to innovate, elevate the music
I can solve a Rubix, bounce my boobies
Can't stop it/constant I'd better get a grip
A-4 You sunk my Battleship
Mackin it but fight back and hit Chaka and the Sleezestacks
We really need that
Time to succumb, drop the "succ" time to cum, put the suck back in make you cum again
You'll comprehend
If you want to be my lover /stay the fuck away from my friends
Ah yo Santa let's get something clear
I'm half Jewish I shouldn't even be talkin about this time of year
But I'm near tears tryin to fund my record label career
While everyone drinks beer like they at Cheers makin Nintendo bets
on debts from bad rekkid deals for real I'm probably next
I'm here sweatin my ass off, it's July
But by the time this comes out I'll be behind my release schedule and
Mariah Christmas will be sellin out- why?
I never did nothin bad to nobody
I'm still friends with all my Ex's who stole money (Aw honey)
Don't aw honey me/Just give me the money please
One of those cards with a pocket for cash
A big stash or check to cash I'll snatch it before you realize you acted
rash and come at me all mad
I've been good, well pretty good, at least in my mind
Please let me sell a lot of records at Christmastime
I'm too poor to afford life size cut out cardboard of me poured into a size
4 with a floppy Santa hat
On the record store floor
Need ace product placement/Listening Station so while I'm on vacation I got my face
On Raisin Brans round the nation
I'm impatient need my wax to sell by the cases
Like Mase's in God's good graces I'll be gracious
Just let me retire with his wages
I'm not aimless I wanna be A-list
Hang out with someone famous, then my friends and I would all have someone to date us
Like Tom Hanks, Billy Blanks, Shabba Ranks or any of the Franks-
Stallone, Purdue, Avalon, or Delanor Roo
Bill Gates too-(Ew!) It's true, all I gotta do is sell through
Go on tour then put out a live record real quick like Frampton or Badu
I got a cold, it's gonna be Xmas soon and I'm getting old
Hi Tower? Hi it's me again, how many units we sold?
You mean we didn't go platinum or like gold?
(Beep beep) Oh-that's my Rolls-
Wait-- I'm on a payphone please don't even try to put me on hold!!
Ok you're all listening to my song that's a good sign
So either you bought it, it's on the radio or your friend is sayin "ha ha
listen to this funny song!"
That's fine
But if that's the case don't even think about the blank tape
Take a date with your lazy ass go to Virgin or Other Music they close late
And in case you don't make it visit my web site blah blah dot com
See old sexy pictures of me, order my record, buy the clean version for your mom
Santa, just one hit, one seasonal favorite
One tear jerker piece of commercial shit for the ages or just enough to get
an agent
Watch how fast I'd sell out, get the cash get the hell out
Be on VH-1 Where are They Now
Eatin filet mignons by the pound
Round baby, fat and gettin down baby
No need to fit in fancy clothes now baby
Hey get the Camera crews off my grounds!
Call me flash in the pan, the blonde chick who thought she could rhyme
Please, just let me sell a lot of records at Christmastime!
I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan
filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control
Ms. Princess that's me, Ms. Princess Fuck you if you nasty
Need 411 son just ask me, I'm everywhere you wanna be
Ring the Bell like Atlantic hard wired round the world I make the crowd get frantic
Let me be candid, I'm pedantic, you might not understand it
I attack but play like Mamet bzz dammit watch your back my brains are damaged
Bionic lady call me Jaime me and Million buck man we gonna save Slim Shady
I'm Crazy my genetic code programmed for robot mode computer human antidote
MP3 LCD's in my BVD's G3 key snot I sneeze
You forgot--Please I remember every number
Buy 1 thousand condoms at Price Club I'm a member
Go baby go baby what! Go baby go baby what! Just do it like a robot
Transmission nifty, shift your stick in position in a jiffy
Pop! You missed me, Popcorn maker in my pussy
Like Debussy I kick minuets kicked cigarettes now I make bigger bets than figureheads
Get down on bigger beds than chickenheads what I said, Head my letterhead
ACDC I'm a metalhead, No strobelight ho but sick in silhouettes
Trained like a track get back exact MIT Lab I'm back
Damn this baby's stacked you want cash I'm Nasdaq
You like that give the pin I'm MAC
I crashed
Mathematical, unflappable never take grammatical sabbaticals
Advance on mechanicals unstoppable I'm topical
Invent new robot shit like butt mixed with popsicle -What?
It's the Babygotbackical
Are you on crack at all? Nah I'm clean squeaky on Ajax
Scratch that I'm on magnets
Doo doo doo do inspect my gadgets
Go baby go baby what! Go baby go baby what! Just do it like a robot
In my stomach, I got a blender, drink lemonade, bend for Bender whims like Wender
You remember the soda vendor you kicked? Get you in December
Data and matter I'm madder than a hatter I gather
Spin letters much faster than Vanna, bananas
Cut tongues like Mick Jagger when I dabble in anger
C'mon gives me kicks I'm a steel chick
Plastic metal unreal chick/I dig
Numbers and engines sprockets and chrome Benzes
Rhodedendrums shear em with x-ray lenses
Senses/don't have em don't want em-fool
Senseless/ don't argue I am programmed to beat you
Teach you a thing or two
About the 20th Century and the 21-
January 1 be the same shit as December 31
And I'm not the one to put the damper
Go party, drink 40's pee your pants with the Pamper
Clothes in the hamper, dried sticky throw-up mouth sore with the canker
By the power of Grayskull I'm the Master of the Universe
I am money, take this bitch to the banker, I am money, take this bitch to the banker
Fried Chicken, that's in a bucket
A side a cole slaw then I slurp it and suck it
Goes down smooth, just like my rhymes
Not like watchin a frenchie mime
That you want to punch
Uh, pass the Captain Crunch
Stayin' hard in milk just like my man
My panties are silk cuz I command
And when I speak aw they all come
Runnin' faster to the princess kingdom
Who's the Princess with tha master plan?
Me! (Wow)
She's got the flavor, she's got the flavor
She's on it
And I'm on it
Woke up, got outta bed
Put the Final-Net all over my head
Put the panties on my but and then I fled
Where dya go?
Went to work at the Chinese Restaurant
Workin' hard for stuff I ain't got
Servin' up the grease and oil
Gotsta know I'm still a royal
Superstar
Get Back, Get Back
Yeah I got the back and I gotya open
I see it in the dark I don't need no gropen
Put on my blades and do a little rollin' in the city
Hope now and it's time to relax
Do a little shoppin in Jersey cuz there's less tax
I find a sack and then I be smokin'
(what are you talking about you don't even smoke pot!)
You're so young, so young and fine
(I'd like to sip a drink with you)
Oh god I think I got a crush on you
(got a crush, got a crush, got a crush)
Forgot your name I had to ask your friend
Got a boyfriend so I guess that's the end
(byebye, byebye, byebye)
Well I see you around and yeah you come to my show
(hello, hello, hello)
See how you look and yeah you're ready to go
(hello, hello, hello)
But don't think that it's any big thing
I just needed some lyrics to sing
(hello, hello, hello)
See you walking down the street you look so snappy
Come on baby baby don't you wanna make me happy!
I got I got to get alone with you just to see what it is what it is that you do!
Oh baby I got I got to get alone with you just to see what it is what it is that you do!
You're freaking me out you're number one the best
You're my birthday yeah you're my Christmas!
I got I got to get alone with you just to see what it is what it is that you do!
Oh baby I got I got to get alone with you just to see what it is what it is that you do!
My brain starts to stutter cause you pop up in it every second
You say you got a girl, call me the homewrecka
And I ain't lyin cause I don't give a fuck
I push the girl right outta the door and wish her good luck
And listen kid you count yourself lucky
You got a blowpop cause I want candy
I got to get alone with you, 24/7 I wanna be on top of you
And yes yes you will be mine all mine
You got a Timex, check it, in 5 minutes we'll be making time
I'm in my prime check it out full grown
Why don't you be McCauley, we could be home alone
I'm not tryin' to tease you I just have to explain
I'm gonna please your body, right and left side of your brain
Yeah it's like that
Now it's gettin kinda late and I really don't feel like waitin
What's the season?
Matin'
I'm packing lots of heat and I ain't talkin' ¡®bout a gun
Come and take your Mazerati for a test run
Guaranteed for speed but warranteed for a long time
Come on and check the merchandise
I want ya uh uh I want ya
You surprised?
My strawberry's ripe for the pickin'
Not like the colonel but I'm sure finger lickin' good
You're like a paper factory with all of that wood
Could you be mine, would you be mine, won't you be my lover
I gotta get with you see what you do, ¡®cause baby there ain't no other
I got I got to get alone with you, I got I got to get alone with you
Sittin here chillin with my Cream o Wheat
I got Dearfoam slippers adornin my tiny feet
Freezin cold chillin cuz they turned off my heat
You know I'm screamin at the landlord, Pete
You know I just got fired from the Chinese Restaurant
Told you I was working hard fto buy stuff that I ain't got
So I found another job you know it's all the same
Now I'm dressin like a chump playin the 9-5 lame
Now it's 9:03 am and I'm behind the desk
So damn bored so I'm thinkin bout sex
And tryin to remember I'm a superstar
Knowin' my success won't be that far away
Another Day
Another Day
Pantyhose itchin up my legs and shit
Stretchin on the swivel chair, yeah that's where I sit
And the grub from the telephone is makin' me a new zit
Boss is yellin for some coffee here's my gat and clip
Another Day
Another Day
CUNT, New York City New York City CUNT!
Whatever
Yo I'll put it blunt if that's what you want
Yo I am a Cunt and that's what you want
You take affront, just shake your butt just shake your butt
New York City? What!
I'm busy, getting busy on the mic, Cause I do, do whatcha like
Jump high, yeah hit that height, Now bounce that ass, just bounce aight?
Ya'all show me love when I step in your club
I'm nasty, I don't care, you bug
Hey check me, fresh candy on the shelf, When I think about me, I touch myself
CUNT!
It's hot in the city, I'm from New York City
Not Atlantic City no New Jack City
Hey yo Kansas City, I love New York City
Wha? Twin City is my titties
I'm money, put your mouth where the bitch is
Ya'all finished check my sink, wash dishes, Vicious, I'm the CEO see-
You wanna get with me, work for me
CUNT!
Gotcha on lock walk on the block ya'all wanna talk cuz you're ugly I'm not
I got a man (What's your man got to do with me?) --Exactly!
Coutures fight to dress me, SAT scores ain't high to test me
Dow Jones on my ass try and assess me, Steal your shit then do the cop that arrests me
Rentin the Bentley just to rock Wendy's, Frosty on my Fendi crash into your Hyundai
Blob of the Bengay put it in your panty so while I fuck you man your thing's burnin with the Bandaid
Ya'all don't wanna mess with me, honestly, they call me the other white meat
I keep my fee so deep I got those motherfuckin Jetson jets on my feet
Ya'll don't wanna mess with me, honestly, they call me the other white meat
I keep my fee so deep so high, I don't gotta finish my rhym--
54321 Pow! That's the time to go that's my spaceship signal
Endorphin morphin rushin for touchin per-cu cu cussion hit it hard hit it rough
What, I blushed
Premillenial gland kickin, perennial antennial kiss me again
Time to leave exit earth spaceship berth, no more hurt
I'll meet you halfway
I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway to the
sky and the stars yo I'll meet you halfway but baby just smile at me, keep
it alright keep it alright keep it alright, I keep it alright.
Boy you got me trippin, bleeps blip blip blippin
Hard thinkin drinkin heart kickin
Jaw Slack like a Chicken my mission
Trippin me up flippin me pick-pick- Listen
Tick on the clock balls gonna drop I'm gonna stop
Get on the job I wanna rob I'm feelin hot hot
Makin it hot play with my heart give all I got
You wanna clock how long I got -by the end of the song your mouth and mine be locked
Word I'm not gonna sit in here try n drop how I'm on top
I'm not sweatin here I just want what I want
And let me make it clear how you got it- you got it
It's tricky tricky tricky stomach sicky if you pick me kick me simply cuz I'm dreamin
C'mon pick me miss me how I'm screamin kiss me nick me hot diggy sick it to me give it to me
Hand it to me bandit, bandit, be a man
Tuck me undercover lover hover on my planet lover mad habits mad for havoc
gotta have it
Planned it like you never had it, gallavant like elephants-- so so fat
I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway to the
sky and the stars yo I'll meet you halfway but baby just smile at me, keep
it alright keep it alright, keep it alright, I keep it alright.
My walkie talkie's on high for you anytime
For you, but I'm still walkin-- flyin high for you
Frequent indecencies only one like me
Transmittin frequencies only you and me could see, space time infinity
I can see for miles and miles, your smile, I keep my mind beyond
Well I could die any minute
Come up in it a mile a minute
It's imminent and while I'm in it gotta hit it and I mean it
Can I feel it close close-freeze
How's it supposed, supposed to be
Now hot in the most most you'll ever need
Now from coast to coast I breathe
I breathe I breathe I breathe I breath I breath I breathe --I keep it on the
alright baby, keep it on the alright baby, keep it on the alright baby
I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway to the
sky and the stars yo I'll meet you halfway but baby just smile at me, keep
it alright keep it alright, keep it alright, I keep it alright.
Love Love to be a Player.
I'm in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket
Well you heard my rhymes you seen my pictures
Bitches see me, they wanna be me
And all the brothers run to them cuz they can't reach me
For real maybe I'm magic, everyone David Coppafeel
Automatically grab it
Diva Don't fuss believe me, you built like a bus I'm a jump you like Kneival
in a rush. Please
I got a Ph.D a playa hatin degree when it ain't me check me
University teach class dispatch grade D my Keats kick you in the Balzac
Alls that so wack/hiphop hits gone bad/ but that brag dag, it's temptin
Money Cash Hoes let me kick a little somethin
I can put the ho back in hotel, write, win a Nobel, run wit the cartel,
Rock? Well I rock well, slam like a Montel, fat eat a Snackwell, smack like
a Bonne Bell
Talk with the tic tac on the Startac wait hate that
It's Rap gettin tired
Booty Call of the Wild -I'm snorin
Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin
You Don't Blowfish? Hmm..Let me finish, I'm a step wit
Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip
Trap for the flip hit Billboard shit
Damn I did it (what for?)
Connect 4, pretty sneaky sis, gimme some more
Cuz this Cracker needs a Jack , need some caramel in the back
And since you askin lick me like Baskin,
Like you Robbin cream/where you been?
Multitask my ass like computer blue Year 2
Oh no shoot, Hal's gone crazy /Amazing, Grace
Like Jones I'm a giant, Body Y-2-K compliant
Please, I'm ready for 3 grand
Cryogenic freeze, I'm the nations gift for future man
No frozen skeeze jokes, Ya'all shut up
I love to be a Player
I hate to be a Player, worse I hate to relay it
You better run for cover
Last tango with the lover, get the butter
See my vest !see my vest!
Take it off see my chest (Doh!)
I confess boy I'll house you
Break you off a little I'm about to astound you
Always ill on Principal like Victoria
got a pimple shit now I'm borin ya
Braggadacio should just be a font
Tired of players, playa haters, playa songs
It's time to innovate, elevate the music
I can solve a Rubix, bounce my boobies
Can't stop it/constant I'd better get a grip
A-4 You sunk my Battleship
Mackin it but fight back and hit Chaka and the Sleezestacks
We really need that
Time to succumb, drop the "succ" time to cum, put the suck back in make you cum again
You'll comprehend
If you want to be my lover /stay the fuck away from my friends
(C. Kirschner, B. Ricks)
Sit with a loved one for this one. Not recommended for kids under the age of 10.
I'm the flyest MC the finest MC the nicest MC oh that's boring see
There's another MPC so why you think most hip-hop sounds the same except for me
Cryptic kick shit from the crypt sadistic lick hits with wit I'm quick
Rip crickets in a wicket I'm plain wicked thick in the rig wearing kid lipstick
I wreck shit on the next shit spit it in ya ear bit like a Qtip
Big silly bitch wickedy witch lickety split in a sitch no dick but talk big carry a big stick
So I'm a girl, yeah I'm white and I write all night with a bare swingin light
On the computer alright a producer alright
I produced this song- so you know who you are you know you were wrong
No I was not in that porn On Golden Blonde got it goin on more James Bond than Sean John
Conned James Cahn for a ticket to Cannes and I Love Ferris Bueller like tchhickachickkaa
Please don't ask me who writes my lyrics
I'll spit up in your face much faster than you could hear it
Don't ask me who writes my lyrics
Damn ya you're enamored I'm a slam ya hotter than your can down in Alabama
Where's my camera I need a Kodak moment of the moment I made you feel like Hammer
Son of Sam I'm the daughter of Sam, slaughter a man on the microphone
Pardon me ma'am was that part of a man or your son I just whipped on the mic and sent home
Big quick shit New York- Stockholm
Kike and a Wop Wipin a cock walkin the block drop ya jaw to jock to your sock
I get that a lot yeah stop take stock shhh let me show you what I got
Made up my mind- like made it up I imagined it-I don't got a mind I abandoned it in a cabinet
So I could be a candidate for writin a few hits walkin a few pits and cashin in on that shit
I put out my first tape in '94 if you got one, I'll buy it
I don't got one no more it was called Mitch Better get my Bunny
That shit was shitty but funny I admit it was dumb but I did it with no money
In 9-5 my first CD called Strictly Platinum but it didn't go Platinum it went back to them
And instead of waitin for someone to put me on
I started a label ran it 'til the money was gone, then came along, then was gone,
Money money money, don't try to make it with your songs
But like Salt 'n Pepa in El Segundo we push it a long (Push it!)
And then Fat Beats wouldn't take my last LP
So I got egg beaters threw em back at the backpacks on 6th Ave. passin me
At the Bagel Buffet planted a bomb next to Grays
And when the records rained I sold 'em back for double to Fat Beats in LA
It's all OK cuz when Fat Beats still wouldn't distribute my record
I renamed it-Pharoah Monch featuring Chubby Checker
Ha ha mic wrecker don't sleep, Princess Superstar – The shit is deep
Golden Keys, cash on trees, raining men its all for me geez
Everyone here got the name C wow they all like bowin to me- I must be the King C
Feelin super Oompa Loopa boomin in my jeep damn sweet super duper
10 washing machines 10 jeeps on auction for me 10 peeps to wash it for me
Come this winter nobody shiver good swimmer get in my chocolate river
Give me a kiss I'm a magic princess Wonder Woman shoot shit out my wrist
This here is bliss everyone's sexy no more acne or Gap khakis
I can solve all your problems just ask me and here all my black friends can get taxis
Sparkle all my records gone Plat -I take it back, ain't no Billboard where I'm at
Take a second I grab bad thought and wreck it check out my magic record
Get a massage 10 car garage livin type large oh wait there's no more cars
Fix the air for kicks this chicks in charge pick 6 Knicks tix free of charge
Neck and neck deck to deck equal sex
Best protect--nothin--ain't nothin more to protect
No Smack no more attacks Mickey Mouse got our mutherfuckin backs
No ice just wax, no tax just spice, damn we feel nice
No roaches or mice just coaches and kites comfy sofas and Sprites
Everyone lives life how they like
feat. TJ Tindall and Duke Williams
I enter, take my seat at the bar
Order Hennessy straight up with a straw
Adjust my person so my person looks good
"Look at her, Look at her, Look at her"--I look good
Slip out the benj, watchin the mens, bartend asks for 10's
Don't understand who I am apparently
But that's ok cuz I see someone kinda special
Especially lookin at me
Big brown eyes big brown chest tank top mesh
Gold chains kinda fresh
He checks, he flex, he steps, I guess I'm the WNBA
We got next
The ill figure in the Hilfiger, 10 feet away, I'm about to parl-ay
But wait, what the hell is that, my eyes start to water, big hair falls flat
No need for intros, my nose has met you first
I gotta make a call, I think I lost my purse
Lets play doctor, I'm a be your nurse
Give you a sponge bath disinfect you first
"My baby left me, left me all alone"
That's right I left you you should have known better than to wear that stinky cologne
"My baby left me, left me all alone"
Damn straight I left you, you should have known better than to wear that stinky cologne
What's wrong C, yo what's wrong C
It's my gland, I think it's olfactory
I was walkin and talkin, knockin you rockin brew a perfume
Ain't no stoppin Pepe le Peu
Where's my cleanin crew 'cause now this boo smells like you
Sincere, I gotta wash that man right outta my hair
Atomizer traumatizer I'd advise ya wear a visor with a sign or little lighter
Sayin you'd be wiser to divide up me and my aroma geyser at the diner appetizers
Hurt incisors, insider tip-don't wear the shit
"My baby left me, left me all alone"
That's right I left you you should have known better than to wear that stinky cologne
"My baby left me, left me all alone"
Damn straight I left you, you should have known better than to wear that stinky cologne
The moral of the story is this-
You be sprayin this, you ain't playin this
Like Titanic ship, near, far, wherever you are
I smell it, yo step away from the car
Hey Drakkar Noir, peace see ya later
You rode my elevator, I breath like Darth Vader
Just Be. For Eternity. While I Escape your CKB quickly
If there's a cure for this, hell I want it, hell I want it
And if there's a cure for this hell I need it, hell I need it
I'm white and I'm from Pennsylvania
I don't have no gold and I don't have a pager
Where I'm from there wasn't no scene
I got my information from Highlights Magazine
I drove a jeep that my parents bought me
Drove it over 60 but the cops never caught me
Wore clothes from the Gap watched the Dukes and Daisy
And when I got nasty shoplifted at Macy's
Sneakin boys up to my room
Hoppin skippin jumpin like those kids in zoom
But I brought home the 4.0 for my daddy Sam
And I used my fake ID to buy beer from the Busch Can
I was drivin downtown in my blue Beretta
Wonderin' why people use Velveeta steada cheddar
Reach down to flip the tape yeah I musta ran a redda
The cop pulled me over and he said...
"Hey aren't you Concetta?!!"
Like Davy I'm a believer
Like stolen goods I'm a comin to seize ya
I don't want you to get the wrong idea
But I got more fingers than Jerry Garcia...
See ya!
I got more answers to your questions than Alex Trebec
And if I was a sandwich I'd be triple deck
It's the high-tech section of your audio selection
Put down the white-out chump I don't need no correction
Takin MC's out like Barclay vs. Barney
Go to Mount Airy Lodge where my host is named Marney
MC's try to dis but they can't touch these solos
If you wanna come correct, be like Mike D. go to the movies,
Eat some Rolos
I never take intermissions
I got more rhymes than John's got Peel sessions
I'm peanut butter and my man is Fluff
Wrap the Wonder Bread around us
We never get enough
Yo peace to....
Good Morning Mr. Sparrow!
I'd say it's a beautiful day!
Ready to go hang up flyers on Avenue A?
What's that tiny sparrow?
Oh you're all tuckered out from your day job
Well you know what I do when I'm feeling down...
I shove my ass into a bustle and I march into the biggest office
of the biggest record company, and I say...
I'm in love with the music biz, it gives me such a thrill
Shopping my tape, the look on your face as I let out a trill
I'm in love with the music biz, hey sparrow don't you agree
We'll find the dirtiest van we can, a rolling home for you and me!
I'm enchante with the A R department
They say I'll go far but don't play guitar
Good heavens, yessir right a way!
Light and gay is the way I feel when I'm beggin' a deal
They always say no,but cause I'm so po'
I always enjoy my meal!
The check's just in time it's from BMI
For $5.39 let's get in the line for welfare
There, there
Lawyers, publicists, radio promoters
With tight fitting jeans and cars that use motors
Round the maypole
A-hole!
We tiptoed into the studio a smidgen past noon
Mr. Sparrow, a pidgeon, and Suits the baboon
An animal orchestra if you please
Suits! You're getting pawprints on all the CD's
I'm in love with the music biz
Operator! David Geffen, ring me through
Princess Superstar's holding the line
And TELL HIM I'VE GOT SOMETHING NEW!!!
I'm at the top and there's nowhere else to go
You can call me nice or you can call me CEO
Cuz if you dis I'll be quick to dismiss ya
Put you in the mailroom where I won't even miss ya
The color of my Amex is strictly platinum
Would you like to do lunch ya'all can come
Put the fancy food on my plate
Cuz I'm livin so large you can call me Bill Gates
I'm the CEO!
I'm the CEO!
I'm the CEO take a business card
I'm the CEO and I'm livin' damn hard
I'm the CEO!
Don't waste my time cuz my time is your money
Did I hear someone laugh, the shit ain't funny
Cause I can work 9-5 like I was Dolly Parton
But I'm makin' suckers wish that they never went to Wharton
This ain't no small business like the Hair Club for Men
In the Fortune 500 well I'm in the top ten
Now I'm talkin' on the cell phone but don't touch that dial
Better yet get off that butt open the drawer get me a file
The style that I sport is always Bergdorf's
I don't take no retortin' cause my desk is my basketball court
I play the sport with all the heavy hitters
And at Sotheby's I'm the highest fuckin' bidder
I'm the CEO!
I'm the CEO!
Where's my fuckin' secretary?
Yeah I'll call you back next january
I'm the CEO!
This takeover's kinda hostile
Men beneath me- docile
Excuse me but my driver's waiting outside
And I got to jet
Of course, the private jet
50 men in suits to serve me inside
And if you don't know, now you know!
I'm the CEO!
I'm the CEO!
Better than the president
Your yearly wage is what I pay for rent
I'm the CEO! OHHHHHHH
I'm the CEO!
I'm the CEO!
I'm the CEO take a business card
I'm the CEO and I'm livin' damn hard
I'm the CEO! OHHHHHHHH
I'm the flyest MC the finest MC the nicest MC oh that's boring see
There's another MPC so why you think most hip-hop sounds the same except for me?
Cryptic kick shit from the crypt sadistic lick hits with wit I'm quick
Rip crickets in a wicket I'm plain wicked thick in the rig wearing kid lipstick
I wreck shit on the next shit spit it in ya ear bit like a Qtip
Big silly bitch wickedy witch lickety split in a sitch no dick but talk big carry a big stick
So I'm a girl, yeah I'm white and I write all night with a bare swingin light
On the computer alright a producer alright
I produced this song- so you know who you are you know you were wrong
No I was not in that porn On Golden Blonde got it goin on more James Bond than Sean John
Conned James Cahn for a ticket to Cannes and I Love Ferris Bueller like tchhickachickkaa
Please don't ask me who writes my lyrics
I'll spit up in your face much faster than you could hear it
Don't ask me who writes my lyrics
Damn ya you're enamored I'm a slam ya hotter than your can down in Alabama
Where's my camera I need a Kodak moment of the moment I made you feel like Hammer
Son of Sam? I'm the daughter of Sam, slaughter a man on the microphone
Pardon me ma'am was that part of a man or your son I just whipped on the mic and sent home
Big quick shit New York- Stockholm
Kike and a Wop Wipin a cock walkin the block drop ya jaw to jock to your sock
I get that a lot yeah stop take stock shhh let me show you what I got
Made up my mind- like made it up I imagined it-I don't got a mind I abandoned it in a cabinet
So I could be a candidate for writin a few hits walkin a few pits and cashin in on that shit
I put out my first tape in '94 if you got one, I'll buy it
I don't got one no more it was called Mitch Better get my Bunny
That shit was shitty but funny I admit it was dumb but I did it with no money
In 9-5 my first CD called Strictly Platinum but it didn't go Platinum it went back to them
And instead of waitin for someone to put me on
I started a label ran it 'til the money was gone, then came along, then was gone,
Money money money, don't try to make it with your songs
But like Salt 'n Pepa in El Segundo we push it a long (Push it!)
And then Fat Beats wouldn't take my last LP
So I got egg beaters threw em back at the backpacks on 6th Ave. passin me
At the Bagel Buffet planted a bomb next to Grays
And when the records rained I sold 'em back for double to Fat Beats in LA
It's all OK cuz when Fat Beats still wouldn't distribute my record
I renamed it-Pharoah Monch featuring Chubby Checker
I'm back, damn
I forgot about how disgusting
Yet, somehow delicious your food is
Anyway, as you might imagine
Where there's a lot of merchandise
There comes trouble in paradise
The duplicants began to get unhappy, and wise
I'm the best
My breath to my breasts, especially undressed
Never get depressed, so impressed
Take everything till nothing's left
So, advance to France, make 'em dance
Due to Zimbabwe, another pay day
?, they think I'm awesome
Compton to Thompkins, leave I'm wanted
What do you want, what do you want (cars, cars)
What do you want, what do you want (jewels, jewels)
What do you want, what do you want (cars, cars)
What do you want, what do you want (more, more)
If you wit me, let me hear you say uh, uh
If you wit me, let me hear you say uh, uh
If you wit me, let me hear you say uh, uh
Say uh, uh
I've spread like a virus
Get what I want, a remote control in my iris
I ruled the kindness
Gotta be ruthless baby, why don't you try it
Wonder what it's like to be me
Everyone buying, dying to get next to me
Yeah it's ecstasy, even better than some sex could be
Uh, everything you dreamed and more, the ?
?, desperate to score
Drippin' in diamonds from my head to my core
To my hymen all for my beautiful rhymin'
Nobody knows who won the Nobel prize
But everybody knows the colour of my eyes
And when I go up a dress size
And my market sliced and my pocket book priced
Hey, Duplicant 661, what the hell is going on
You a broke clone or su'thin', can't you see
I'm in the middle of a song, what's wrong
(Sorry Superstar, I'm feelin' worse)
(I think it's gonna be a brain spurt)
(My body, my soul, everything hurts)
(My brain and spirit broke, they don't work)
You jerk! I don't care
Better push and make it work, get out there
Feel bad about your life, I don't care
Wanna make things right, I don't care
What you need right now is just more things
Buy more things, you feel nothing
Money ain't a thing for what it brings
Diamond rings, you need more things
What do you want, what do you want (cars, cars)
What do you want, what do you want (jewels, jewels)
What do you want, what do you want (cars, cars)
What do you want, what do you want (more, more)
If you wit me, let me hear you say uh, uh
If you wit me, let me hear you say uh, uh
If you wit me, let me hear you say uh, uh
Nooooow
This is trouble, get back in the bubble
I'm gonna fix you up fast, on the double
I'll make the rest recover, but no one can discover
The problems that I have and that I never tell the others
What, you contemplating
Complaining, after all my training
What's the matter wit' you clones
Did I not give Dolly a piece of the right bone
Maybe I was better doing it alone
And y'all better get gone, my temper's blown
All of you out of my face, wastin' my space
My time, go write some rhymes
Hooks and lines and sinker
I wish I had a better machine to make me richer
Get the picture, I'm gonna take a nap
Get the fuck out my face, you make me feel like crap
What you gonna do when I come for you, ha, ha, ha, ha
What you gonna do when I come for you, ha, ha, ha, ha
What you gonna do when I come for you, ha, ha, ha, ha
What you gonna do when I come for you, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ssh, Duplicant CC20 come here
I think the Superstar's asleep, it's all clear
I heard there was a machine that could make us happy
Ssh, don't wake her up, she's napping!
I can't stand being her slave!
Me too, but I'm afraid
Maybe there's a machine that could change us
Make us happy, make us unfamous
Make us into a whole person again
Make us have some real feelings again
But if there's not then we could pretend
Fantasise till we do our celebrity work again
Oh great, I think the Superstar's awake
Don't let her see us takin' a break
Pretend you're studying your lines for that role
Weren't you every single actor on that show?
And anyway, I gotta go to Broadway
We just took over all the plays
It's ok, I'm gonna fantasise about that machine
The Superstar's so mean!
What you gonna do when I come for you, ha, ha, ha, ha
What you gonna do when I come for you, ha, ha, ha, ha
What you gonna do when I come for you, ha, ha, ha, ha
It's the quitting smoking song
All the smokers cough along
If I can do it, so can you
Let's chew some gum and say fuck you
It's the quitting smoking song
All the smokers cough along
If I can quit, you can quit
Let's have some fun, break some shit
Well this is the hundredth, billionth time I've tried to quit
So sick of it, wait, shit, I gotta cough and spit
I was a bitch before but now a triple bitch, bitch, bitch
Slipped on day six and stick patches on both tits, oww
Ripped 'em off with a rash, sick of the crap
Sick of payin' nine bucks a patch, sick of keepin' track (anybody got a match?)
Throw the pack in the trash and blow one fast and light it up
(You shouldn't do that), you know, I know, uh, I don't give a fuck
Can I get to the end and feel bad again
Can't call your friends cause this is the tenth time you said you'd quit
And this time I'm really gonna do it man, I got a plan
Acupuncture and bran, nicorette, treadmill and zyban
Man I feel weak, I feel so dumb
I got ninety-nine problems, cigarettes is number one
Gonna curse Benson Hedges, curse Phillip Morris
Gonna curse you motherfuckers till I make it to the chorus
It's the quitting smoking song
All the smokers cough along
If I can do it, so can you
Let's chew some gum and say fuck you
It's the quitting smoking song
All the smokers cough along
If I can quit, you can quit
Have fun and break some shit
I haven't smoked in a week, all my clothes still stink, eww
What did I used to think, this website says my lungs have one spot of pink, what!
What am I gonna do instead of smoke when one, drinking coffee, two, thinking about the Iraqis
Three, in a boring conversation, four, mad impatient or five, waiting outside
Six, while I drive, seven, feeling crappy, eight, feeling happy, nine, this is not happening!
I can't stop snacking, it's numb-wracking
My pants buttons are snapping and my rapping is totally blocked
Got more wrinkles than a pitbull, plus a new pimple
I'm supposed to be a sex symbol! Yeah
It's official, I'd rather kill myself smoking than live without it
So sick of feeling sick, so sick of myself sick of talking about it
Gonna curse Marlboro, curse Phillip Morris
Curse you motherfuckers till I make it to the chorus
It's the quitting smoking song
All the smokers cough along
If I can do it, so can you
Let's chew some gum and say fuck you
It's the quitting smoking song
All the smokers cough along
If I can quit, you can quit
Have fun and break some shit
Wow, it's been a year, I still got a career
Lost some weight but still don't got a stomach, or dough, like Britney Spears
But I can actually breathe, got some nice white teeth
And I can sit through dinner and not get up to smoke in the middle and leave
Believe me, I've got a lot to say on the topic
If you're a smoker and you know it clap your hands, now stop it!
You look pretty stupid with that thing in your mouth
Pretty insecure with that thing sticking out, little wrinkles on your brow
I don't know how you're gonna do it but you better do it
Your lungs or these corporations, which one you want ruined
I'm sorry, I'm startin' to preach just a little bit
Nothin' worse than a smoker who quit but you smell like shit
Go kiss someone else, you taste so gross dude
I smelled you before you even came close, eww
Gonna curse Benson Hedges, curse Phillip Morris
Gonna curse you motherfuckers till I make it to my chorus
It's the quitting smoking song
All the smokers cough along
If I can do it, so can you
Let's chew some gum and say fuck you
It's the quitting smoking song
All the smokers cough along
If I can quit, you can quit
Have fun and break some shit
Um, excuse me teacher
I've gotta go to the recycling toilet
I'm gonna let them take over the story from here (All clear)
It begins with the superstar addressing her duplicant army
In a mysterious hanger
Silence!
My darling, you are so beautiful and dutiful
I'm superstar, life maker, soul breaker, hit maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me
Ten thousand superstars, I'm getting out my claws
Ready to break all the laws, I told you I was the best there was
Each duplicant think of ten celebrities
These will be your personal enemies
Take away their jobs and give it to me
We're gonna be the only celebrity
Then we can always be there for the photo shoot, the movie role, the recording
The clothing line, the perfume, the adori, my ratings and chart positions soring
Don't want a two thou for this happiness
Anyway, settle for the best you have
You are all equal, but some more equal than others
My sequel, but you are not people
No free wills, no thrills, no gettin' ill
Unless it's ill meaning ill, not ill meaning sick
Quick, everybody line up, no time to think
Get the branding ink
You will be burned a number with my brand CC
Now duplicants, listen to me
Every reality show, movie role
Every famous job must be filled with one of my clones
Superstar food, superstar books
Everybody copy superstar looks
Like the hook this year, makin' my money off the book this year
But let's be clear
If you descent you'll be sent to the vent
Emptied and shelved, soul in the hole
Here are the rules and did I mention, there is no exception
Come on baby, don't you love me
When you see me, don't you love me
Come on baby, don't you love me
When you see me, don't you love me
Ugh, shut up duplicants, listen up
Your weight will fluctuate to more than one tenth of an ounce
Your songs will bounce in count
Your feelings are not allowed and you are my slaves so don't make a sound
You will not fall in love unless it's a career ?
Learn the art of snoozering, pandering me and glandering, I'm very demanding
Excuse me, what's that over there
Me getting old, cease her, zap her soul
Dolly I want a refund on my clone, you gots to go
Off to the vent you go (no, no) go! (no, no!)
I'm gonna conquer the world, meaning the United States and it's outskirts
So good it hurts, can you see the perks
And for every other star it's only gonna get worse
My voice play all on every music station in every nation
Including the tiny colony on Mars, merchandise on all liveable stars
On every channel on TV, movin' pictures of me
Virtual vid game screens on magazines, and direct connect dreams
Now I can be everywhere it seems
I will not be a household name
I will hold the household, hold the pot and pots of gold
Lots to go, I gots to roll
And once more, when I'm winnin' the world game
The word 'fame' will never know what hit it
Let's go bad girls we in it to win it
Let's go you bad bad girls
Can you feel it, can you taste it
Can you see it, can you touch it
Could you love it, don't you covet
Can you drug it, or can you fuck it
Oh the happy, it's the happy
We're the happy, oh so happy
It's the happy, I'm so happy
The happy, has come here
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I'm on fire
Don't you wonder, oh I wonder
What a wonder, wonder, wonder
If you know
Then let's go
Get real high
But not if you go low
I just found it
I wanna let you know
It's the place where
I'm gonna take you, go
It's the happy, oh the happy
We're the happy, oh so happy
It's the happy, get the happy
I'm so happy, someone smack me
Alright, here it comes
Alright
It's alright, it's ok
Here we are, another day
And if you are wondering why
You are here, well so am I
I got all the answers
That's why I've got dancers
If you want to follow me
Be good, be good to what you see
Let's get happy, I'm on fire
Let's get happy, I'm on fire
Let's get happy, I'm on fire
Let's get happy
Alright, here it comes
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Let's get together, get it together
Everybody work, work it out, come on, come on
Let's get together, get your shit together
Everybody work, work it, work it, work it
Let's get happy, ohh
I'm so happy, ohh
Alright, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Let's get happy, ohh
I'm so happy, ohh
What are you duplicants up to
You're not supposed to have any imagination!
Time for the vet vacation, heavy sedation
My machine, what is this crazy contraption
You need to be smacked in
If it exists, the negotiater will have it hacked
[knock]
Yes? Come in, CC2003
Do you need a refill of DNA from me?
[Clone CC2003 (Princess Superstar)]
No, I come fatally
Me and the ladies have had enough of me, I mean of you
And your Tyrannosaurus tyrannical ways
Fanatical plays for fans and fame
Here comes the rain and nobody will reign
And no one will know the difference
You taught me well, you goin' to hell, whatever that means
And I don't wanna be different
I don't wanna be the same but better
And now I will terminate you Concetta
(You dare to utter my real name?)
It's all the same, this is your end game
You remember that machine that us duplicants sang of?
That can make you into anything you wanted to be
Well bitch it does exist
I took it back in history
Time travelled, and unravelled the mystery of all of our misery
It seems in 2005 you were a nobody
Oh ok, a sort of somebody
Ahead of your time? Well, some of the time
And with the super fancy MRI
You downloaded the contents of your brain and eyes
Knowing the future you in 2080 would materialise
And I went back in time, and tampered with that MRI scan
This was never part of the plan
But in about thirty-five seconds you will cease being a Superstar
And instead become one of your own biggest fans
Who goes insane because after you cease being a Superstar
This fan will have nothing to live vicariously through
The premis-precarious true, I'm probably confusing all of you
Does it make sense, or don't get it sense
It's just my artistic license
(Listen duplicant 2003, I'm not really following)
(I mean you need to simplify or clarify)
(This record, nobody's gonna buy it if you make me die)
Hmm, very poignant
And now I point to the teacher and the classroom
And our wild tale commences
[Princess Superstar as Teacher]
Hello everyone, welcome to ancient speaking class
You must speak, that's what I'm teaching
If you're going to telepath you're wasting my time so don't spaz
Hey I heard that! Who just thought their teacher has a big ass
Don't think nasty things like that when everyone here can telepath
[Princess Superstar as Teacher]
Well this is fun, I know it's difficult without tongues
But you're young, still have lots of time to sunscreen under one of the suns
Now who wants to start, will it be you Intel Inside, or you Just Do It
Perhaps Got Milk wants to begin, oh, Coke Is It, stand don't sit
Hit it, ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I'm lovin' it, you begin your report
Don't use your ?, use your rusty, a little dusty, mouth and larynx
Right where you used to put a sandwich, see if we can manage
But we're gonna need a beat, in order for you to handle it
Uh, I'm teaching you in rhyme
Since archaeologists found only Shakespeare and B.I.G.'s "Ready To Die"
When time and age was counted, measured, money was pleasure
Babies branded out the ad campaigns forever
The old world was confused
Attaching themselves to the biblical by the umbilical
Ironically so much like the amoeba they sprung from, the evolution was syphical
But I get ahead of myself, or is that behind myself
Perhaps Coke Is It wants to do her report first, I'm asking
But remember kids, no telepathing
[Princess Superstar as student Coke Is It]
My, um, um, ancient speaking report
Is on my great-to-the-50th-power grandmother whose name was Superstar
I am the descendant of a duplicant
A cycophant from a cloning plant
*Pause* (no telepathing, Coke Is It!)
Right, uh, the year of her was 2080
Understandably illusive since we don't count time anymore maybe
It's a bit hazy, but Superstar was crazy
An entertainer back when there was entertainment, pleasure for payment
So that everybody would stop their complainin'
She was very very bad, and I don't mean bad meaning good
I'll explain how bad Superstar was if I could
In those strange days each human
Was allowed one exact clone or duplicant as they called them
To do his bidding, his drinking, his pigging
His cigging, or his unpleasant slash moral thinking
One could do it at any age
And as the originals change, the duplicant would rearrange
But our derranged Superstar was thinking
Why just one duplicant, when she could have a troupe of them, mmhmm
Why settle for one when she could make thousands of bad girl clones
To get a better job done (well what was she like when she was young?)
She dreamed of being a celebrity just like everyone
It was 2005, a strange time to be alive
She knew if she couldn't be famous in her time
She would be one day in 2080
So she found a super computer MRI baby (wow!)
That would preserve her mind until the world was ready to comply
I ain't gonna lie
Not only does she become famous, she becomes the only famous person alive
Listen to her plot, playin' with her friends when she was only nine
Go, go, ha, come on, come on
Unstoppable, undroppable, uncoppable, on top bubble
I'm a mad rapper, ripper, Ivy League stripper
Nike kicker, born winner, heavy hitter, heavy hitter
Unstoppable, undroppable, uncoppable, on top bubble
I'm a mad rapper, ripper, Ivy League stripper
Nike kicker, born winner, heavy hitter, baller
Rock star in a stock car, start a cock war, shock n awe
What you gonna do with your dropped jaw
you ain't seen a chick like this before, huh
Bad girl, big libido, got a man for every brand of Dorito
My ego got a lot of clones & while you gettin' stoned
I'm on the ball kick kick life like a field goal
Unstoppable, undroppable, uncoppable, on top bubble
I'm a mad rapper, ripper, Ivy League stripper
Nike kicker, born winner, heavy hitter, heavy hitter
Unstoppable, undroppable, uncoppable, on top bubble
I'm a mad rapper, ripper, Ivy League stripper
Nike kicker, born winner, heavy hitter, baller
Ha, it's cool, my plan fool proof
No use to try to stop the grip of my tooth
Say what you want, my mind's soundproof like a vocal booth
The only thing I hear is my own voice and the music
Watch how I move your mouth to say the words that I wrote
Make you go broke till you gotta pay for these clothes
Simmer and soak in everybody's brain till the world's ready
A winner gettin' in my Range like oh, steady
Tear through written words, letters' my confetti
Takin' the world when your heads turned, you let me
So deadly, gettin' burned from the fire in my belly
You got me, baby, who needs any other celebrity, uh
My armies sell out arenas, we always rock Adidas
And everybody wanna meet us, born leaders
off the meters sittin' in our jet's 50 seaters
Get a touch of Jesus in your speakers
builders buildin' wings in my name at Mt. Cedars
Lingerie with leaders, body out the shell of Venus
And lifetime achievements can suck Soundscan's penis
Unstoppable, undroppable, uncoppable, on top bubble
I'm a mad rapper, ripper, Ivy League stripper
Nike kicker, born winner, heavy hitter, heavy hitter
Unstoppable, undroppable, uncoppable, on top bubble
I'm a mad rapper, ripper, Ivy League stripper
Nike kicker, born winner, heavy hitter, hevy hitter
Put the mic on and get your Nike on
Make me an icon, like the right one
Bite like a python, you'll be like damn that's a nice song
And I'm like yeah, and it's life-long
Start a chain reaction
I'm all talk but when I rock it's all action
Chickes get the chips, we gonna cash 'em
So rock on and check out my f-f-f fashion
You can't get no, satisfaction
You probably pay attention to the wrong crap, man
You oughta pay attention to my track, man
Everyone I meet is kinda, slackin'
I'm gonna rule the world with what I wrote on my napkin
Understand, hold the world in the palm of my hand
Superstar's gonna be the only name brand
Unstoppable, undroppable, uncoppable, on top bubble
I'm a mad rapper, ripper, Ivy League stripper
Nike kicker, born winner, heavy hitter, heavy hitter
Unstoppable, undroppable, uncoppable, on top bubble
I'm a mad rapper, ripper, Ivy League stripper
Nike kicker, born winner, heavy hitter
Shit kicker, politicker, malt liquor, time ticker
Slit zipper, gore tipper, door tripper, Yom kippur
Big titter, crate digger, high bidder, real singer
Big tipper, day tripper, thigh thicker, much quicker
Born kicker, born winner, heavy hitter, no beginner
If you had a machine that can make you into anything you wanted to be
Like anything, what would you be, hmm, let's see
I wanna be the queen, no, I wanna be nineteen
Wait, no, I wanna be that horrible thing I saw last night in my dream
I know, I wanna be a supermodel, she's European
A lean sex fiend, oh thank God I can finally fit in those dumb jeans
Poof, then it was me, I was her
I waited for something fabulous to occur, something marvellous and absurd
I waited, there was nothing, but I was something
Gorgeous, crazy, wealth, and I could always reach the top of the supermarket shelf
All of a sudden I was no longer the model or myself
I must have thought about being the stupid box of cereal up on that stupid shelf
Boring, wondered whether I would wait forever
I guess I was a brand that wasn't adequately advertised on TV ever
But it got better, apparently a parent and a child threw me in a cart
It was hard I was smothered covered by a world of pop tarts
And a part of the newspaper that scared me, I think it was the pop charts
And I wish I was a cereal that, that wasn't so smart
Do you wanna step inside my machine
We all got home and they put me right in the fridge
Damn why don't they keep their cereal out so I could at least see where they lived
But I could hear them and it seemed like they were happy
When the kid wasn't napping she was always laughing, I felt jumpy, my bran was crackling
I was grabbed along with the milk and put in a bowl
It was dark, a black hole, must have been the kid's mouth, I don't know
And in I went down the throat, passed the tongue, by her heart, by her lungs
And I could see that she might be dying young
So I tried to patch it up with an old piece of gum that was there
But the damage was done, disease had won, it wasn't fair
But I wasn't gonna be the one that lost her
I wasn't a doctor and I wasn't a name on the list of somebody's roster
Why bother, and by that time I was already at the other end
In the toilet with milk, you know, my old friend from the fridge from way back when
And then we got sucked down into the pipes
What a crappy life, machine that's really not right
Do you wanna step inside my machine
I can't stand it, I said machine why are we here
And it paused and said 'to play video games and drink beer'
That's weird, you're subversive, I thought we had a deeper purpose
Underneath the surface, why do so many of us feel worthless
The machine said don't ask me, ask your magazines
People in Teen and loads of shit people don't need
I started to bleed and said just make me into a bandaid
The size of a giant pancake, wrap me round the whole world to heal the heartache
And if anyone's hungry, well they could just eat me
Or I'll be a peace treaty and no one could ever defeat me
It said chill out girl, you remember being up on the shelf
I seem to remember you kinda just wanted to be yourself
No, I wanted someone to pick me, to love me
To be the greatest brand, I don't understand, I was just tryna comprehend man
Oh you wanted the grand scheme, the big plan, the answer
Well here it is, ah
And then it turned off, and that was it
Because you see, the machine never really did exist
Would you wanna step the machine
Would you be a doctor, would you be a rocker
Would you be a parka keeping someone warm in a lock-up
Would you be a marker that signed the constitution
Would you start a revolution or just play some pro-soccer
How about a stalker, if you were a father
Would you be good at all or would you even bother
Be a beautiful girl or someone that could call her
Would you be a good talker, a stealth bomber
What about Osama, just to see what it feels like
Cause we all love to live in drama
Be a big movie star, fancy ass houses and a big car
Doing lots of drugs, fucking up and break laws
Be a fat man, plumber's butt hangin' out the drawers
Would you fight for a cause, chew on people like Jaws
Instigate wars, push the button would you be somethin'
Or middle-class average with an okay marriage
One-point-three baby carriage and a two-car-garage
Would you be president, would you be American
Would you be better than everyone else as a representative
Would you be a monkey, would you be lucky
Would you be a big giant dick always fucking
Would you be a pumpkin
Would it be your brain inside a vegetable or would you feel nothing
Would you manage or would you suffer
Would you be a lover, be a fighter
Or would you just be alright, could you just be alright
Could you just be alright, could you just be alright
And if all this could come true
4 3 2 1
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 Whoo
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
Thats right i'm a superstar
Everybody wanna come up when i'm at the bar
All the people wanna try
Its like give me some more
Try a little harder hunni
Give me some more
Lets go i'm a superstar
Getting busy with the boys hanging at the bar
Everybody come across cause they all want me
You all knew when you saw me
I like how you look, Baby call me
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
Check it out now
The Look
The Lips
The Hips
The Tits
The Hair
The Eyes
The Skin
The Waist
You can see what i can do on this microphone
So guess what i'm gonna do to you at home
The Look
The Lips
The Hips
The Tits
The Hair
The Eyes
The Skin
The Waist
You can see what i can do on this microphone
So guess what i'm gonna do to you at home
Perfection hahaaa
1 2 3 4
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, I'm perfect)
1 2 3 4
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 4
4 3...
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
Love Love to be a Player
I'm in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket
Well you heard my rhymes you seen my pictures
Bitches see me, they wanna be me
And all the brothers run to them cuz they can't reach me
For real maybe I'm magic, everyone David Coppafeel
Automatically grab it
Diva Don't fuss believe me, you built like a bus
I'm a jump you like Kneival in a rush, please
I got a Ph.D a playa hatin degree when it ain't me check me
University teach class dispatch grade D my Keats kick you in the Balzac
Alls that so wack, hiphop hits gone bad, but that brag dag, it's temptin
Money Cash Hoes let me kick a little somethin
I can put the ho back in hotel, write, win a Nobel, run wit the cartel
Rock? Well I rock well, slam like a Montel, fat eat a Snackwell
Smack like a Bonne Bell
Talk with the tic tac on the Startac wait hate that
It's Rap gettin tired
Booty Call of the Wild -I'm snorin
Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin
You Don't Blowfish? Hmm..Let me finish, I'm a step wit
Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip
Trap for the flip hit Billboard shit
Damn I did it (what for?)
Connect 4, pretty sneaky sis, gimme some more
Cuz this Cracker needs a Jack , need some caramel in the back
And since you askin lick me like Baskin
Like you Robbin cream/where you been?
Multitask my ass like computer blue Year 2
Oh no shoot, Hal's gone crazy, Amazing, Grace
Like Jones I'm a giant, Body Y-2-K compliant
Please, I'm ready for 3 grand
Cryogenic freeze, I'm the nations gift for future man
No frozen skeeze jokes, Ya'all shut up
I love to be a Player
I hate to be a Player, worse I hate to relay it
You better run for cover
Last tango with the lover, get the butter
See my vest !see my vest!
Take it off see my chest (Doh!)
I confess boy I'll house you
Break you off a little I'm about to astound you
Always ill on Principal like Victoria
got a pimple shit now I'm borin ya
Braggadacio should just be a font
Tired of players, playa haters, playa songs
It's time to innovate, elevate the music
I can solve a Rubix, bounce my boobies
Can't stop it, constant I'd better get a grip
A-4 You sunk my Battleship
Mackin it but fight back and hit Chaka and the Sleezestacks
We really need that
Time to succumb, drop the "succ" time to cum
Put the suck back in make you cum again
You'll comprehend
If you want to be my lover
Baby you got what I need
Try to sleep I haven't slept, try to eat I forget
Shit where's your number hope that's the one I kept
Now we just met and I suspect I might just love you
Well you can bet I'm mad thinkin of ya, don't want to trouble ya
Check my dress -about the same color as my BMW
Think about my hand round that penis damn son you just had a stroke a genius
Like Manson your eyes are like gone crazy like Macy Gray I'm a get you up and do somethin
Fine, OK, so that's the way you like it get you Henny but watch it I might spike it
If you were wearin a skirt I'd tell you to hike it and when we get down best believe I'm a mic
You must be used to all this winin and dinin just drink your wine and don't want to hear your
whinin
Gonna get mine, no fights aight, I'm fucking you tonight
I'll throw rocks at your window while you sleep at home and if that don't work well I'll just
throw you this song
Well if you ever feel freaky I'll be your ho
But if you ain't got my cash I'll be out the door
I like it dirty hottie, buy you Karl Kani, Armani, lick Criss off Punani
Male ho huh? I'm a make you my housewife, get your ass indoors, please, see I asked nice
Get back here lobster costs 35 bucks, I want an hour for each dollar that's 35 fucks
Get up, learn how to talk
Check them letters I'm a drop
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H
If you want more, better gimme the bass
S-W-F like W-W-F, in a puddle of breath, sweat MC's to death
In a D&G; dress, ride a bumpy beat like a B-M-X, now oh
S-M-S text for S&M; sex, x-ray specs, filthy, that's F
D-K-N-Y vest, you impressed, I got I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P left
On the L-E-S, yes Q-R-S, tea for two, me and you
V-W, no, B-M-W, X triple X, Y-Z-Z, cuddle you
U, S-I-C, A-D-D, so 1-2-3, 3-2-1, ooh
In the 2-1-2, don't know what to do, 2-1-2, don't know what to do
Let's see, N-Y-C, M-V-P, A-P-B on the L-I-E
Tell the N-M-E, friends and me, T-N-T on our T-I-T's
Like boom boom, baby, boom boom boom boom
Hey, if you wana go out tonight, you better get it right
Be like A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
Hey, if you wana go out tonight, you better get it right
Be like A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
Hey, if you wana go out tonight, you better get it right
Be like A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
Tasty freeze men to their knees, P-Y-T's in the P-V-C
B-B-C to N-B-C, I'm watching you from out the T-V
Switch if off, it's alright, it's a standoff, I'm the boss
Get you back and more, check the record rack
in the store, a million of me lookin' back in the mall
Price tag on my face like a whore, ice in my bag like D-I-O-R
Built like a C-A-R, programmed like a V-C-R, alright
And if you figure that, with my figure I, earn seven figures then
You just learned the word figure again
and I just made your brain bigger again, C-N-N
Hey, if you wana go out tonight, you better get it right
Be like A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
Hey, if you wana go out tonight, you better get it right
Be like A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
All of a sudden, ain't I somethin', eat K-F-C in the V-I-P in London
Runnin', take the H-O-V, C-C-2003 T-C-B
H-M-V get D-M-C, B-I-G, Schoolly D
Call the C-D-C, I'm gonna sneeze, achoo, I like the letter A, do you
C-I-A, get away, T-W-A, upright tray
Q&A; about my T-N-A, D-N-A, F-U that's T-B-A
Call triple A, they're on their way, I'm gonna take over the W-E-A
Might wanna warn L-A, you can keep it warm for me till that day, ha, ha
Hey, if you wana go out tonight, you better get it right
Be like A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
Hey, if you wana go out tonight, you better get it right
Be like A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
Hey, if you wana go out tonight, you better get it right
Be like A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
Hey, if you wana go out tonight, you better get it right
Be like A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
Alright, you better get it right
You like, A-A-E-E-I-I-O-O
Alright, yeah, you getter right
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Do you know how famous I am
TV trucks parked all over my land, all a part of the plan
Every single little fan shake my little hand
snort a little gram, rehab, and back again
What a wonderful life, what a wonder
make a hundred million dollars like I'm riding a bike
Got a butler for life, watch him butter my knife
bet ya everybody jealous, bet ya wonder what it's like
Dyed my hair blonde, wrote a hit song
got a dot com, bought Louis and Vuitton
Up until this year I lived at home with my mom
now I got a big bong filled with champagne
Be calm if you gonna approach
got ten bodyguards who wanna punch you in the nose
Better never come close, got a house on each coast
just to house fur coats and um, my bathrobes
Want everyone to know my name, I wanna be famous
Want cars, want cribs, wanna be the boss of the game
Don't wanna work all day, wanna chill with Dre, want a maid, wanna get paid
Want a limo and a plane, then I wanna complain, ok, I wanna be famous
Look, i never knew about the bloods and the crips
but I know about the tucks and the nips
College, I skipped, but got the collagen
in my lips, my tits, lipo, the hips
Check me out on Cribs, it's a trip
me and Prince eatin' ribs, drippin' on golden bibs
My private driveway is like the Verrazano bridge, I'm very much a bitch
Platinum fridge, I don't need it
cause I don't really ever eat but aww fuck it, I'm rich
It's tough when everybody wants your autograph
tough to get a cab when you wear a cap and you look crap
Middle finger, take a picture of that, that photo makes me look fat
That's bad, I look like Danny DeVito
just wanna jog incognito, what's with you people
Want everyone to know my name, I wanna be famous
Want cars, want cribs, wanna be the boss of the game
Don't wanna work all day, wanna chill with Dre, want a maid, wanna get paid
Want a limo and a plane, then I wanna complain, ok, I wanna be famous
Go on, have a Mentos, they're imported, I can afford it
Pinto to pentho, I'm boughetto
hey, get me something now, (why) I said so
Ooh, when I feel romantic, my vibrator got its own mechanic
Speaks Spanish, muchas gracias Manuel
I think I'll manage, make me a caviar sandwich
Damn this, paparazzi get lost, oh look, go chase Ozzy
My Versace's tight, big fight, punch another star
front page of the Star, it's alright
Cause we like always brawling, balling, got our lawyers calling
If you say mo' money, mo' problems
you just need a little bit more to solve 'em
Want everyone to know my name, I wanna be famous
Want cars, want cribs, wanna be the boss of the game
Don't wanna work all day, wanna chill with Dre, want a maid, wanna get paid
Coming back in 2080
Seemed to be exactly the right time for the superstar who was totally, completely crazy
The people of this age propelled Superstar to centre stage
She was all the rage, she always stayed on the front page
But this was not enough, she wanted more fame and more stuff
And she had a diabolical plan that was insane as fuck
So breathing on the vapor net, Superstar located a creepy baby she met
Who said her duplicant machine was the best you could get
I bet we could easily make ten thousand duplicants Superstar
It's the best money you ever spent
We will all see the folley, this evil lady's name was Dolly
Cloning was her hobby
She was from Sheeps Head Bay, and old time sector in the states of A
Running her duplicant machine, big boobs in her way
Princess and Dolly was desperates desperate for guest spots
Divising the best plots to rule the world full stop, bling bling dripping from their snot
So pop, in the end our Superstar popped
She was unstoppable, undroppable, uncoppable, untoppable
A mad rapper ripper, a ? tripper night kicker
Heavy hitter ball with a baller
[Intro: Princess Superstar]
Uuuh, uuuh, Disco D, Princess Superstar
DJ Stratch, fast and quick, so use these fingers, so finger it!
DJ Stratch, fast and quick, so use these fingers, so finger it!
DJ Stratch, fast and quick, so use these fingers, so finger it!
DJ Stratch, fast and quick, Disco D, work that SHIT!
[Hook: Princess Superstar]
Fuck me on the dancefloor [scratching] uuuh, uuh
Fuck me on the dancefloor [scratching] uuh, uuh, uuh
Fuck me on the dancefloor [scratching] uuh, uuh
Fuck me on the dancefloor [scratching] uuuh, uuh, uuh
[Verse One: Princess Superstar]
The music makes me so hot
DJ watch my body rock
Don't stop, rock the beat
Like you rock your cock
Flippin' boom song, all up in twaga
Two techs, swiss sets
Big S come and hit that, bend that
DJ gonna spin that track
Bring it back
Attack the beat from the back
All FUCKIN' fly boys gettin all next to me
All the fly girls gettin mutherFUCKIN ecstasy
Which mutherfucker is sexin' me?
All the yet from the front to back
DJ Stratch, nice and quick
So use these fingers, so finger it
Can you handle it?
I can match this shit
With this fast gat cheque
Like fast from my click
DJ rock the decks, spin Sex Boyz
Get erect, uh, it's how we get it yet
Out the bass, studio on the tech's
Get on net tech bet till my pussy get's wet
Don't forget when the fear is on
Long one, until I get what's goin on
Oh, and the DJ takes me higher, uh
[Repeat Hook: Princess Superstar]
[Verse Two: Princess Superstar]
I'm Princess Superstar
Get the party started right
Hip-Hop all in line tonight
When the radio blasts tight
And car lights like
"Last Night A DJ Saved My Life"
Got him in hand and I rippin him right
Music my lover, my husband, alright
Spot runnin hot like a oven aiight?! (aiight!)
Spinnin these damn tracks you lovin all night
DJ Stratch the beat back
Bring the seat back
Put the heat back
Track repeat that, eat the meat rat
Baby, dawg, work it out, nice to meet that
Pump up the bass, one-fo-twee-don
Sit up the seat like we sit up on your face
We ain't stoppin the place
The beat's is poppin
Rubbin' on the vibrator
Don't stop it!
Baby you rock it
Put your hands in my pocket
No pockets, will just rock it
When you be up in my lock it
The roof, the roof
The roof is on fire
And we don't need no water
I'mma 'bout to fuckin' cum
[Hook x2: Princess Superstar]
[Verse Three: Princess Superstar]
High in the crowd
Side in my sounds
Rise reconize your face in my thongs
Feel sounds, realise all these guys get down
Double-O, all this track pumpin now
So please, you can't just go and say no no man
Your tile tame, your sweaty lil' game, you act like
Act like Prince hittin a track like "Purple Rain"
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire [sexual noise]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire [sexual noise]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire [sexual noise]
And we don't need no water, daddy
No, we don't need no water
[Dance Breakdown]
Babysitting sucks but whatever they got junk food, kung fu, egg fu, Dig Dug, a dog
And a hot Jew, Mr. Weintraub, I mean he's old but not dimed out
If I'm bad I'll turn around in the corner for Time Out
Aight Josh what you wanna do? You wanna watch cartoons?
HBO got Platoon, hey get back in the room!
I assume your folks are gonna be out late, go make me Kool Aid
I'm a sit on the couch and masturbate then call my boyfriend Gabe and see if he ate
Spit out my Bubbalicious and get to one of them big fridges that could fit 10 midgets
Damn they're rich, hey she left me fifty dishes-bitch!
Let's try on ya mom's minks think she'll miss these Chanel links?
In high heels you look like Jar Jar Binks- go play under the sink
(I want my mommy and daddy!) I want your daddy as well
But if you tell, you'll die of sickle cell and God told me you're goin straight to hell
Well if you don't like it I can leave and then you'll be alone believe me that's what the
creepy monsters want
Plus I'll be taking your TV
Put on your jammers and don't wet the bed I got a camera
I'll take a picture and show that little girl you like Sarah
Oh and one more thing- there's been several mass murderers spotted in the area
I'm a bad babysitter, got my boyfriend in your shower, Woo! I'm makin 6 bucks an hour
Let's make Fluffernutters don't fuckin utter another peep
I'll take the cookie cutter make star cookies outta ya skin while you sleep
Keep still, I gotta check the bathroom cabinet hey what are these pills?
I'll take the Valium Josh you take a bag and the Tagament
Stop throwin up I'm not paid enough you clean up the rug
Is that Fluff? I told you 6 boxes of unmade Jell-O was too much All right kid you gotta go to
bed, I know its only 6 but my boy just came over and he wants me to give him head
Sit his bare ass on the couch where you watch Small Wonder
Next time you see Vicky the spot'll be sticky cuz I sucked his dicky and used your mom's
cucumber
Don't worry I'll put it back in the Frigidaire
Scared? You can have it for supper nice and crisp in the Tupperware
No bedtime story, Gabe get off you're so horny!
Josh get in bed and Freddie Krueger might let you see your mom in the mornin
No porn and shut the shade Gabe-
Now back to the biz
Let's analyse the hit song and shit
Duplicants get ready for a pop quiz
[Scratches]
I'm a bad babysitter, got my boyfriend in your shower
I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch
I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch
Listen up, every duplicant go way outta retreat
Write me hit songs, don't forget you can't eat!
Smoke cigarettes and drink coffee, email me the copy
I thought I told you nobody on this motherfuckin' planet can stop me
I booked you all into the 40 Seasons hotel
It better go well, think Pink, think Pharrell, gotta sell
Think Britney, Missy, I don't care for shitty
You know who once won a Grammy, Ace Of Bass and Milli Vanilli
Make it snappy, and it better match me
Be as tight as my skin-tight Versace, super catchy
I'm so clever, my next endeavour is to create a new musical trend
Called "I can't believe it's music!", then you clones copy me
I'll be the innovator and the copycat artists, it's a brilliant monopoly
Do this properly, protect my intellectual property
Hairdresser, manicurist, plastic surgeon, get off me!
Call my one thousand agents for lunch
So much to discuss, lots of numbers and abs to crunch
I was already on the charts once
And now I expect ten thousand new hit songs, go clones
I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch
I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch
I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch
I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch
Did you think you could mess with us
Wanna roll, motherfucker, with the best of us
Watch out now, dangerous
On the back of the bus, smack you while I'm puttin' on my blush
You in a rush, never saw a bad bitch
Drive a truck, handling the clutch like what
Got a crush, know I got a nice butt
Know I got a nice haircut but thank you ver ymuch
Bad girls around the world, we just gonna rock their world
Can I hear you, all my girls, got a g-string and you can sing, say ow
Think you all ready now, loud
Plenty rockin' steady, many Betty in the crowd
Like Henny all around, bad girls gotta drop your teddies to the ground
I'm a gon' break it down
We just some bad girls, drive us in some Mag girls
We got some bags, girls, bad girls NYC
We just some bad girls, check us out in mags girls
Roll us out some jags, girls, bad girls NYC
You like it dirty dirty, we like it dirty dirty
Bad girls in Jersey Jersey, keep them men all thirsty thirsty
Now watch, the birdy gonna run this shit
Gonna get them platinum hits
Girls with the real tits, girls with them fake shits
Get rich and scream if you a bad, bad bitch
Miami chicks, shake your ass from your mommy, show the Cali chicks
2006, gonna help me win a Grammy
Keep pullin' down your panties, gettin' pussy licked
Showgirls in Vegas, show your body like dancers for the Lakers
Boys gonna lay us, we players
Girl DJs cross the faders, cause you know I'm gonna blaze us
We just some bad girls, drive us in some Mag girls
We got some bags, girls, bad girls NYC
We just some bad girls, check us out in mags girls
Roll us out some jags, girls, bad girls NYC
Bad girls around the world, we just gonna rock their world
Can I hear you, all my girls, got a g-string and you can sing, say ow
Sharp as a razor, let's wager
Smash your pager like, woo, Al Qaeda
Word detonator, kick you like a cheerleader for the Raiders, pow, pow
Walk in your trainers, UK, ok
Girls in the trailer, good girl failures
Girls on the Jaeger, rock your diamonds bitches, Elizabeth Taylor
But anyway have you seen our cars and anyway have you seen our mas
Anyway have you seen our thongs and some bad girls all along
And anyway have you seen our mans and anyway have you seen my plans
And anyway have you seen our bands and real bad girls understand
We just some bad girls, drive us in some Mag girls
We got some bags, girls, to all the girls from around the way
We just some bad girls, check us out in mags girls
Roll us out some jags, girls
We just some bad girls, drive us in some Mag girls
We got some bags, girls
We just some bad girls, check us out in mags girls
Roll us out some jags, girls, bad girls NYC
We just some bad girls, drive us in some Mag girls
We got some bags, girls, bad girls NYC
We just some bad girls, check us out in mags girls
The speaker's busted man, you gotta make it work
It sounds like shit
You look like shit man too, but you know you make it work, I guess
You know what, everybody here's all dressed up
You all look like shit, ok
I think everything's broken, I stink, everyone's smokin'
I ring everyone's coke in, I blink, everyone's spoken
We hit the clubs, we hit the drugs, boring
We say goodbye, on the bed I lie, shit
I see that you ain't happy, I see it while you're laughing
So if everything hurts, gotta push, make it work
Push, make it work
Push, make it work, push, push, make it work, ah
Push, push, make it work, ha, push, oh make it work, uh
Sounds like shit
We're all out of control, runnin' up the sides of a bowl
I wonder why it's so hard, maybe we just need brand new cars
Ah, you ain't happy, I see it while you're dancing
So if everything hurts, gotta push, make it work
Licks, kicks, tricks, I'm sick, time to get fixed
I said licks, kicks, tricks, I'm sick, I wanna get fixed, I wanna, get fixed
Ah, I forgot the words
Oh yeah, you can't have everything all at once
You don't even know what you want, cunts
Push, make it work, push, make it work
Push, push, make it work, push, push, make it work, yeah, yeah
Push, push, make it work, yeah, yeah, push, push, make it work, yeah, yeah
Push, push, make it work, yeah, yeah, push, push, make it work, yeah, yeah
Push, push, make it work, yeah, yeah, push, push, make it work, yeah, yeah
Pray I yell fore before I play before I foray let me explain, all day all ways
Foreplay? Hmmm…
I can make your cock go higher than the hair on Kid 'n Play
How I'm gonna feel when ya next to me
I'm feelin wet wet wet
In the club thinkin bout you all sweatin me
I'm feelin wet wet wet
You rock the decks like sex on some ecstasy
I'm feelin wet wet wet
Come on baby baby just get wet with me
I'm feelin wet--I'm all wet
On the high horse with a pot of hot sauce
Gotta keep floss yeah of course
Super high gloss gold gold on the cars
You say you wanna toss baby damn I can't talk
Scorch Hibachi and I'm raunchy
Wet like sake damn foxy
Nasty Girl watch me
I'm getting on my knees you keep watchin hockey
And baby let me give it to ya
Baby grab my ass gonna do the nast nast
Get your filofax-hollaback
Baby don't ask write in this task right in the sack
You're fuckin me from Monday until Sunday
Oh! Here's your EZ Pass
Wet in the pool, wet in the shower
Wet in the elevator, Trump Tower or my lunch hour
Stiff like a broomstick Zoom
I think you need to take me in the bathroom quick ooh
Look and you can have it
Eatin out? This pussy got 4 stars in Zagat attack it
I'm a cunning linguist twist words round my tongue
And I ain't gonna rhyme the next one
I got King Kong playin Ping-Pong with a big bong in my brainstorm and the pains warm
Swarm like smog in Hong Kong I know it's wrong but I kill me softly with my own song
Some magic wand could make it be ok kill the decay like a cake and a lay
But today- it wasn't a good day and you can't touch me I've already faded, I faded away
Sometimes I wear nothing on the outside
Because there's too much on the inside
The bouncer wouldn't let me in
He said my emotions were too close to the skin
And at this point a touch would feel like a cut
Turn me off, just turn it off
I'm off base off face when I think I lace I cough mace
I could go on for days but then I always complain
A waste of breath and a name
I aim and I maim and I came here to choose but when I look around me, compare me and lose
Payin dues feelin blues got no clues and it's all news to you, huh
I keep it so undercover I could be a mattress and it matches the patchy ashes my brain crashes
This address, I hope I move from it from summit to plummet I covet release and it's comin
Untouchable it ain't discussible I'm disgustable in a vestibule must a pulled a musclefull in
my head
I bet I get better but better remember I waited forever
Fuck Princess I'm talkin 'bout Concetta you never met her
It kind of appears my ego account's in arrears
Fear, tore up and teared with wet tears I feel weird and I wish it was easy to ask you to come
here
Sometimes I'm happy when I see the sun one day I'll say I've won
Alright, not bad, duplicant 9002
Kinda catchy, repeatable
Easily readable, and for you believable
But nobody likes a song about quitters
What are you, a hippy? I told you to rip me
Rip me off a hit song, everybody's gotta sing along
It's gotta be dirty, gotta be illegal
Everybody loves it when it's bad for you like
Sex, drugs and drugs, fuck rock n roll
Sex, drugs and drugs, fuck rock n roll
Ha, look alive duplicant CC2005
You're fucked up all the time tryna talk and rhyme
You can only speak in initials, that's fine for most lines
Considering what you got in your spine like
Sex, drugs and drugs, fuck rock n roll
Sex, drugs and drugs, fuck rock n roll
Drugs, I want drugs, I want drugs, I want drugs
I want drugs, I need drugs, I want drugs, I want drugs
I want drugs, I want drugs, I want drugs, I want drugs
I want drugs, I need drugs, I want drugs
Sex, drugs and drugs, fuck rock n roll
Sex, drugs and drugs, fuck rock n roll
Alright
Baby, can you feel my love?
I got my shorts on-
And I'm taking them off
Now when I saw your face I'm a believer
Hey what you got the keys to my Beamer
A keeper get the fever viva end receiver
Oochie Wally Wally leave it to my Beaver
Take a big sip and inhale, you tip the scale
If this rap game don't work out baby you cut for Chippendales
I got my nails done for this special day, Oil of Olay
Case of Criss in piss in the bidet I'm Miss rappin Jon Benet
Big hunk blowin spunk in the back of the top bunk
Slam dunk Daft Punk's voice box in the water kerplunk
Get krunk forget Clyde and Bonnie Ted Bundy and Peg Bundy Burt and Loni
Nancy and Ronnie Betty and Barney smokin mariwanni, I'm a little horny
On and on a common bond two vagabonds in Vuitton
Eatin Cinnebons at a mall on Mars where we belong
Arm in arm naked making spawn at the salad bar get salad tongs deliver our new baby born
Wait something's wrong, I gotta call my moms tell her Keith's on my song
Ultramagnetic you helped my headache like a music paramedic you mad athletic there I said it
I'm older now, Come 'n get it
We're like Doin it and Doin it well, So poetic
You and me like ET and Drew Barrymore
Pick Reese's Pieces off your piece I want to marry more Keith
You'll be comin soon…to a theatre near me
Veni Vidi Veni Veni-I came I saw I came and I came again that's three
I think about you and the things you say when you rhyme
Won't beat around the bush so you can beat around mine
Ooh, I'm so out of control
Oh yeah, I'm so out of control
Oh yeah, I'm so out of control
Yeah
Oh my God, I mean, oh my Self, my tactics are fantastic
I have every single chart position, so bitchin'
Turn on VH1000, what do you see, behind the me
Cribs starring me, and at the Grammy's it's only me and ten thousand more me's
It's time to drop out all the rest of the celebrities
Those on TV and cinema screens, those famous for somethin'
And those famous for nothin'
It must only be me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
But there are still places that don't kno my face
What is the market like in Cambodia, so what they don't got soda or rice
What they need is a big dance hit to feel nice, yeah
Duplicant CC5794, get over there and learn the language
You might wanna bring a couple of sandwiches in your baggage
What we need is a big dance song, that's slightly European
Let's have a marketing meeting, the negotiator will be procedin'
[Negotiator]
These ain't people, they're territories, commit CD statutories
No individuals, just demographics, marketshares and tactics
We sellin' wack shit and laugh to the bank and back shit
But if you wanna be number one, you and me better start having some fun
Oh negotiator, you're the top promotional invader
Dark like Darth Vader and I'll do anything to ride your elevator
To the top, to the top, don't stop, do you know about my coochie coo
The best in the business baby, the best for you
You want it, I've got it
You need it, come get it
Marshmallow, hot candy
Oreos, uh, just got me
I'm so out of control
Oh yeah, I'm so out of control
Uh, you want it, I've got it
You need it, come get it
Marshmallow, hot candy
Oreos, uh, just got me
I'm so out of control
Please allow me to introduce myself
My name is Superstar
Short for nothing
And boy do I have plans for you
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Uh, hey hey hey, I like it, I like it a lot
Hey hey hey, I like it, I like it
Hey hey hey, I like it, I like it a lot
Hey hey hey, I like it, I like it
Baby if you wanna go right to the top
I'll take you there cause I ain't never stop
I'm gonna do something never seen before
I'm gonna change the world so you wanna score
I said, all, night, long
Come on, hey hey hey, I like, I like it a lot
Hey hey hey, I like it, I like it
Hey hey hey, I like it, I like it a lot
Hey hey hey, I'll take it, I'll take it
Baby gonna go right to the top
Nothing gets in my way when I see what I want
Just you wait and see what I have up my sleeve
You can scream or you can call the police
But it's, all, night, long
Hey hey hey, come on, come on
Hey hey hey, oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout
Hey hey hey, come on, come on
Everybody's gonna get real nice
We gonna get real tight, we get uptight now
Everybody's gonna get real nice
We gonna get real tight, we get uptight now
Everybody's gonna get real nice
We get uptight, we get uptight now
Everybody's gonna get real nice
You wanna get real tight, we get uptight now
Everybody's gonna get real nice
You wanna get real tight, we get uptight now
Everybody's gonna, everybody's gonna
Everybody's gonna, everybody's gonna
Everybody's gonna, everybody's gonna
Everybody's gonna, waaaaaaowwww
Baby gonna go right to the top
Nothing gets in my way when I see what I want
Just you wait till you see what I got in my sleeve
You can scream, go head, call the police
I got a dichotomy inside of me like sodomy my brain and body fight on the potty part
of me wants a lobotomy
It's botherin me you need to bottle me into a pill sell me at CVS next to the dill
Viagra for the terminally ill
Sick and out of control I tried Chicken Soup for the Soul, a dick in my hole, but that didn't
roll
Like grassy knoll I shoot my mouth off take my top off on
Get my rocks off on Prada knockoff I'm gone, I cop rock on the dope block I'd rather rot than
cop dope
I'd rather snot than snort coke I cope with Diet Coke, no pope no beau elope alone on the low
No dough but for those in the know, I'm famous you know? (No)
Sick of talk I'd rather cough sick of rap mixed with rock
Sick of Kid Rock makin off on the chart while I'm caught makin art
I'm a narc smokin trees in the dark part of the car park-Keep on Moving I stopped
Ache for home but can't go there surrounded and lonely I don't care
But you see, I really do, I do…Don't let the look fool you
I'm the worst I'm the best I'm a mess I'm a stress
This is the first time you heard this song but then you know the rest
My Lex -no Lex my Tech decks are all wrecked
My ex is on Ex I'm a sex symbol and no sex
I'm shy and kinda awkward when it comes to the men
But I'm Princess Superstar and I got a big mouth like the men-Watch
I'm horny cut like Lizzie Borden fuck this biz I'm bored n keep a Source award
Locked in a mental ward with a guard warden
An oxymoron-I'm a moron and I swore on the Koran I'd never be poor
But now I'm tourin for ½ the door and watch porn at 4 in the mornin recordin the bass player
snorin
At the Red Roof Inn while Korn gets bored at the Four Seasons
Hardcore and don't drink I'm part Mormon my Minora, lord, I got Christmas decorations
Impatient I'm patient paid like Peter Gatien erasin past ace education,
My brother was once at Yale now he's on methadone-Nice vacation
Paradox got a pair of rocks in a jewel box but the type of rocks you find in ya tool box
Your school socks bust locks in ya mind dine like a lion pack I leave the meek behind
Line drive like a lineback I'm weak for weeks at a time
Peep me look like a prep speak like a freak lead like a sheep love animals eat lots of meat
White but rhyme on the beat speak at the beep
…Are you there? I can't sleep, my new song is amazing but like not good enough to keep
I'm starving I can't eat, I'm hot I got cold feet, hope you sleep better than me
Hope you feel better than me…My life it's just a dichotomy
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Hey boy do you wanna use me
Got something much better than sushi
My, my, my coochie
Creamy like butter, better ask my groupies
Why you over there by yourself
What you got there below your belt
Even though I got an ass like a shelf
Listen baby doll I'm gonna need some help
You know we don't care, you just a true player
Move on over my underwear, when you're down don't come up for air
Wet, wet, get the steam
On your knees boy, better bow to the queen
You can take one for your team
Eat some cookies, lick the cream, uh
Uh, uh, my coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
Touch it, touch it, cause I'm nice
Coochie, coochie goes all night
Got it goin' on, better step to me right
Coo-coo always knows what you like
Touch it, touch it, make it hot
Better promise me that you ain't never gonna stop
Ride on elevators, ride to the tops
We like chickens, we like cocks
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
I said, I said, my coochie, my coochie
My coochie, my coochie, my coochie, my coochie
My coochie, my coochie, uh, uh
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
I said, I said, my coochie, my coochie
My coochie, my coochie, my coochie, my coochie
I said, I said, my coochie, my coochie
My coochie, my coochie, my coochie, my coochie
It's so easy, when everybody's tryin' to please me
I was just leaving, got important stuff to do like buy shoes and hate you
War is the perfect excuse to do everything bad I ever wanted to do
Because nothing really matters when nothing really matters to anyone that matters
Come on, get it out, tear it out, take it out of me
Come on, get it out, suck it out, take it all from me
Yeah you're real stoned now, high on power and cocaine
Even though nobody good took that since 1979, fuck it, gimme a line
I meant a line for my song, everything is wrong, living in oblivion is really fun
Got a hole deep in my soul, cliche, but hey, hey, hey, hey
Come on, get it out, tear it out, take it out of me
Come on, get it out, suck it out, take the artery
Time to reassess my mission
Wish I had religion for some nice tunnel vision
Go head, get that smile you get on your face
When you get a taste, but just in case, remember I can press erase
I've got two friends to take care of me, apathy and technology
I'm such a commodity, a musical comedy, everyone wants a part of me
And then I had a dream that everybody on Earth died except for me
I went to the mall, you know, like that movie
And when I woke I thought, is that all there is
Is that all there is
Come on, get it out, tear it out, take it out of me
Come on, get it out, suck it out, take it all from me
Come on, tear it out, spit it out, take it out of me
Come on, get it out, suck it out, take the artery
Come on, get it out, tear it out, take it out of me
Come on, get it out, suck it out, take it all from me
Come on, tear it out, spit it out, take it out of me
If you had a machine that could make you into anything you wanted to be, like anything, what would you be?
let's see
I want to be the queen no I want to be 19 wait no I wanna be that horrible thing I saw last night in my dream oh I know! I want to be a supermodel she's European
A lean sex fiend oh thank god I can finally fit in those dumb jeans
Poof then it was me
I was her
I waited for something fabulous to occur
Somethin/ marvelous and absurd
I waited there was nothing
But I was something
Gorgeous crazy wealth and I could always reach the top of the supermarket shelf
All of a sudden I was no longer the model or myself
I must have thought about being a stupid box of cereal up on that stupid shelf
Boring wondered whether I would wait forever
I guess I was a brand that wasn't adequately advertised on tv ever
But it got better
Apparently a parent and a child threw me in a cart
It was hard I was smothered covered by a world of pop tarts
And a part of the newspaper that scared me, I think it was the pop charts
And I wish I was a cereal that.that. wasn't so smart
do you want to step inside my machine?
we all got home and they put me in the fridge
Damn why didn't they keep their cereal out so I could at least see where they lived
But I could hear them and it seemed like they were happy
When the kid wasn't napping she was always laughing
I felt jumpy my bran was crackling
I was grabbed along with the milk put in a bowl
It was dark /a black hole / must have been the kid's mouth/ I don't know
And in I went
Down the throat past the tongue by her heart by her lungs
And I could see she might be dying young
So I tried to patch it up with an old piece of gum that was there
But the damage was done disease had won it wasn't fair
But I wasn't gonna be the one that lost her
I wasn't a doctor
And I wasn't
A name on the list of somebodys roster
Why bother
And by that time I was already out the other end
In the toilet with milk
You know my old friend from the fridge from way back when and then
We got sucked down into the pipes
What a crappy life
Machine that's really not right
do you want to step inside my machine?
I can't stand it I said machine why are we here?
And it paused and said 'to play video games and drink beer'
That's weird you're subversive I thought we had a deeper purpose underneath the surface why do so many of us feel worthless
The machine said don't ask me ask your magazines
People and teen and loads of shit people don't need I started to bleed
And said just make me into bandaid the size of a giant pancake
Wrap me around the whole world to heal the heartache
And if anyone's hungry well
They could just eat me or I'll be a peace treaty and no one could ever defeat me
It said chill out girl remember being on the shelf
I seem to remember you kind of just / wanted to be yourself
No. I wanted someone to pick me, to love me, to be the greatest brand
I don't understand I was just trying to comprehend man
Oh you wanted the grand scheme the big plan the answer aha well here it is -
and then it turned off and that was it
Because you see the machine
Never really did exist
do you want to step inside my machine?
would you be a doctor
Would you be a rocker
Would you be a parka keepin someone warm in a lock up
Would you be a marker
That signed the constitution would you start a revolution or just play some pro soccer
How about a stalker
If you were a father
Would you be good at all or would you even bother
Be a beautiful girl or someone that could call her
Would you be a good talker
Stealth bomber
What about osama
Just to see what it feels like
'cause we all love to live in drama
be a big movie star
Fancy ass houses big car
Doin lots of drugs fuckin up an break laws
Be a fat man plumbers butt hangin out the drawers
Would you fight for a cause
Chew on people like jaws
Instigate wars push the button
Would you be something
Or middle class average with
Ok marriage
1.3 baby carriage
2 cars garage
would you be president
Would you be American
Would you be be better than everyone else as a representative
Would you be a monkey
Would you feel lucky
Would you be a big dick always fucking
Would you be a pumpkin
Would it be your brain inside a vegetable
Or would you feel nothing
Would you manage or would you suffer
Would you be a lover
Be a fighter
Or would you just be alright
Could you just be alright
And if all this could come true
Would you be ready
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