It feels so wrong cause it feels so right But it's alright, it's okay with me I'll do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But don't nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and going home, home I'm that guy man, shove a diamond up my hind end And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals Slut poke holes in your shirt, jump in mud puddles While I stomp mud holes in your ass, girl now let's cuddle Blood curdling, you're gurgling on your blood waddle I do for my next trick, I'm feeling wonderful I think I might just do something a little less subtle Shove a fucking talker truck up a little kid's butthole Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador of the valentine day massacre slash assassin I slash her in the ass with a icicle And leave a lay in her blood bath while I put a catheter in Then jump in the bath with her in my spider man mask Man just imagine the fun I can have with a strap on Stick it up Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon I bust mustachios damn, I'd like to have some Laying on the patio man, rolling a fat one Shady drop the magic mark, I put the cap on God damn man, are you that much of an asshole? It feels so wrong, cause it feels so right But it's alright, it's okay with me I'll do my stints all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But don't nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and going home, home I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny-eeny weeny between each one of my thighs And make it disappear like a genie Make this shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini Believe me homie, you don't know the meaning of a meanie They call me the Fruit Loop from Jupiter I'm trying to maneuver the Hoover up in your poop chute Don't move or you might get it stuffed Go fucking far up in your uvula You ain't gonna know what he was trying to do to your gluteus Totally tubulous, they've been glued to a tube in the studio Now who do you think is more fruitier? Weenie's smothered in peanut butter pudding on a tube of your eye shadow And man it look nice, you should've seen it mother I think I'll put a piece of art on my visa card Then I'll go beat Misha Barton with a Cuisinart Then mosey on over to Rosie O'Donnell's with McDonald's Jump in a lap and watch the Sopranos It feels so wrong cause it feels so right But it's alright, it's okay with me I'll do my stints all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But don't nobody wanna play with me So I ain't taking my ball and going home, home Shady what are you doing chewing on a human? Grab an aluminum bat, hit Heidi Klum in the back Blooming, assuming the fact that that dude's in the back room Using the bathroom, vacuuming a raccoon Skewing a rat, a cat, screwing a baboon You shouldn't ask what is he doing with that broom You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab wounds You in a trance, I'm back, doing my dance, ooh But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair And make her wear a bathing suit and take a parasailing Shady what do you got a pick on a lady for? Why you make her read 84 Bedtime stories to you and baby talk? Cause I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed Can we pick one, hit my juice box under my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed You like graffiti, dike? Well I can peepee and write your name It feels so wrong cause it feels so right But it's alright, it's okay with me I'll do my stints all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But don't nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and going home, home Fine, nobody wants to play with me? Fuck you then, bitch Guys are always mean to me anyways All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and stuff You guys are gonna make me sad, I'm sad I'm gonna cry, I'm cryin', I wanna tell my mom Mom Mom