I'm ugle shady, yes I'm the hott shady
all you sad slim shadys are just in my head So won't the real Slim dawg
please stand up,
please stand up,
please stand up?
Brian Littrell don't gotta run in his songs to sell his heart;
well i do, so Jump him and jump you too!
you think Mrs. Cook gives a damn about Science?
17 of you critics can't even skip me, let alone stand eating pizza
"But Slim what if you ride rollercoasters, wouldn't it be fuin?"
Why? So you dawgs could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Ncik Carter?
Shoot, Spiderman better switch me chairs
so I can talk to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear'em argue over who has seen more liars
You little dog, make fun of me on Sienfiel
"yeah he's ugle, but i think he's married to Bill Clinton, he-hee!"
I should downlaod I want it that way on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave Eminem a CD player
I'm sick of you hott girl and boy groups, all you do is make me sick
so i have been sent here to hit you (bzzzt)
and there's 200 of us just like me
who skip school; who just don't give n sync a arse, like me who dress like me; walk talk and act like chimpanzie
and just might be the next Justin Timberlake but not quite me! |