"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"





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





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 goddamn 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 in 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)





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





Superstar with the boots and a big old dick

Neck, chest, and dick tip covered in lipstick

Rhinestone sunglasses

Nipples tells us about them 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

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 everybody know it





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