Maxx Jenga, you know it's your birthday and I just

I wanted to say that you and I are pals

And I don't know just what I should say to you on this

Birthday track I made for you, I'll just say

You are my friend and I'm glad I know you



It's your motherfuckin' birthday

So what the fuck you gonna do?

All we wanna do is have a little party with your crew

Dear Maxx, I really wanna bend ya

Over this chair, like your name was Topanga

Make your mouth drop out of a frown

And come tumblin' down like you name was Jenga

All ya care about's the dick and that ain't fake

When I come into your party, bring a birthday cake

Always askin' presents and a party at your house

But you can't ask for shit with my dick in your mouth



Dear Maxx, is that a little fat on your belly?

Buy some new clothes 'cause your shit's gettin' smelly

Hey Maxx, are those love handles?

You're thizzin' so hard you can't blow out the candles

So here's a little track that we made just for you

Spread your ass cheeks open, stick my dick inside of you

Always wearin' T-shirts from Threadless.com

Motherfucker goes on MySpace and his only friend is Tom



My name is Maxx, I like my girls stacked

I get off on watching ugly whores do crack

When I go to the bathroom my parents clap

My name is Maxx and I endorse this track

He's Maxx James and he doesn't even care

He'll use his cats piss to spike up his black hair

He's got shitty ass friends who recorded this track

Instead of buying him a present that probably would have been whack