Twiztid

Twiztid - Superstar lyrics

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"Whassup, man?" 

"What up?" 

"Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a bitch behind the counter had the nerve to call me a fucking superstar" 

"Rock star" 

"No, I, no, a superstar, a rock star none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't understand is how the fuck am I a superstar? How are you a superstar? We don't got a fucking video on MTV" 

"No!" 

"I got one car! And it's got a flat tire and a fucking broken rear view mirror" 

"I got two cars" 

"You got two cars?" 

"But still..." 

"You might be a superstar" 

"No" 

"I seen you flying around the hood" 

"No!" 

"You might be a superstar" 

"Never!" 

"Ok, well look, so I don't understand that shit, basically that shit ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.." 

"You might be a rock star. Ya know, maybe a rock star" 

"You could be a rock star. With a little bit of effort and a video. I can work you into some A&R. I can get you on the radio, you, my friend, can be a rock star" 

"Nice" 

"Warped Tour, baby" 



(Chorus) 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Everybody come on 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?) 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Everybody come on 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Don't let it go to your head 



(Monoxide) 

I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and some chipped sunglasses 

So sweet and sticky they call me Lil Molasses 

Don't let it fool you though, I'm a neck slitter 

Chest hair permed, all covered in glitter 

I got bitches falling out of my pockets at all times 

Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all kinds 

Hating on me, leaving these people with false lines 

Bitch, you must be out your god damn mind 

Understand I'm the mothafucking shit, bitch 

And you ain't got to say it, I can see it on your lips, please 

Put my dick on a hot dog bun and put that in your mouth 

And keep my name off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH!) 

Pink fun and that Twiztid thong 

I got my homie in the car waiting all night long 

I ain't shit (Yeah) 

You can let the whole world know 

The only way I gets some pussy's if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick) 



(Chorus) 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Everybody come on 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?) 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Everybody come on 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Don't let it go to your head 



(Madrox) 

Superstar with the boots and a big old dick 

Neck, chest, and dick tip covered in lipstick 

Rhinestone sunglasses 

Nipples tells us about those tender young asses 

And fucking in a casket 

We like ass with bounce to the ounce 

All you lame hoes go and ask your friends what I'm talking about 

Light built, with dollor bills 

Got a chauffer with a limo 

I ain't never touch a steering wheel 

Besides I'm to fine to drive 

And after the show it's about getting high 

Let's talk about you for a second 

Then lets talk about me for an hour and a half 

Oh yeah, here go that autograph you asking about 

And don't forget to flash your titties on the way out 

See, I'm a superstar, hell I'm on my own dick 

Even though I ain't shit 

And everyone know it 



(Chorus Repeats Till End) 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Everybody come on 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?) 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Everybody come on 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Superstar, you ain't shit 

Don't let it go to your head
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