She's a leprachaun with mouth full of bile

She's a movie lover, suckin cock in the isle

It's like ten thousand dicks, when you're not really gay

She's a Death Row contract, when you hate Dr. Dre



And I think she's moronic

Its a real pain

When she hits the airwaves

With a pack of lies

That she wrote in the third grade

She's a head of lies

Thats you just cant shake

And each single makes me sicker



To imagine her naked

I'm afraid to see (afraid to see)

I took my suitcase

And broke her left titty

When I was at burny-grunmans

Mastering my album

I had the chance to burn her masters

And I wish that i had

Cause I think that she's moronic (blah blah blah)



It's a pure pain

When she hits the airwaves

And I hope she dies

And pour salt in her veins

She's a head of lice

That you just cant shake

And each single makes me sicker



She has a funny way

Of processing her lower vocals through a stereo chorus end

delay

She has a funny funny way

Of singing all of her bridges like the kibbde-kibbde-kibbde-kiddby

count bass



Isn't she moronic

Dont you think

Never once melodic

And I really do think



And I think she's moronic

It's a real pain

When she hits the airwaves

With a pack of lies

That she wrote in the third grade

She's a head of lies

That you just cant shake

And each single makes me sicker