A little goon
in a locker room
rat-tails the octaroon
He'll be drinking vodka soon
and his big brothers are frat guys
whose IQs lose to their fitted baseball hat size
Smirkin' jocks with hackysacks
in Birkenstocks and khaki slacks
I'm the hypest lyricisT
while they're like, "What type of beer is this?"
The liquid is ubiquitous
and has stch a hold
on all the strata, it's just got to be
Behind the bottle and the throne
sits an unknown man wiser
and bigger for the liquoR store
the number one franchiser
Perhaps Georee Bush and his sons
are relatives of Anheiser

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Mtv Get Off The Air, Part 2 song meanings
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    General CommentI wanted to get in a pooper hole one day,
    so I invited girls over on Super Bowl Sunday.
    Only one showed up: Princess Superstar!

    [Princess Superstar]
    Thanks for inviting me over, let me look around
    Oh the bedposts, stacked billfolds,
    back to back to black dildos
    nice hit, kudos.
    Pass the Cool Ranch Doritos.
    I love nachos, put on Fat Joe
    Naw, that really sucks, let's put on The Beatles.
    Let's check the halftime show
    I hope it's Michael Jackson
    Singing Satisfaction with Hanson
    Or Luther Vandross in a sparkling costume with big pants, dancin'.
    Or maybe I saw that in a Bud Light Commercial.
    Speaking of which, give this bitch a drink quick to wet my lips
    You've got enough chedda lyin' around this place to fix up my tits-
    as if I need it.

    [MC Paul Barman]
    Concetta, please.
    If you see any "chedda" it's cheddar cheese.
    I'm easily great.
    I don't need to be in some sort of Ken Kesey state
    To create something you can appreciate.

    Who are you talking to?

    Making you draw conclusions
    since superficial distinctions make you go sacré bleu

    I can speak French too.
    Suck my nana, french my cunt.
    Comprendre vous?
    Look, Pepé Le Pu,
    Let's cut to the de nous
    C'mon, you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you
    so it's on

    Can I chime in?
    I'll still be rhymin'
    when I'm in your hymen
    I radiate like it was 88°
    and I'm searching for my lady mate
    I'm a hunter-gatherer,
    a cunter latherer.
    My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice granny's panties moist.
    I do the new when the tried and true fails,
    plus I'm looking fly in my sky blue tails.
    Now peel of your tube top
    so I can feel your boobs flop
    on my lubed cock.
    Socks up to your calf like a chick from the (?)
    I wanna put on a serrated condom and saw you in half

    My knees are weak, I need kneepads!
    You fucked me blind, I can't see, dang!
    Run me a hot bath
    add the Epsom Salts
    soak my lower half in your Mortal Kombat cock sauce
    Let me head south, put it in my mouth
    'cause I like the taste

    When I burst in your face,
    I'll invade your personal space.

    I'm like Chase, stick your card in and out
    Thanks, see, look how much stacks of creams are coming out (?)

    I removed her sanitary napkin with my teeth,
    and there was a planetary backspin underneath.
    I faced her womb,
    Let's a pap smear with a taster spoon!
    You can sleep on the guest cot,
    I'll sleep in the wet spot.

    I'll be your boyfriend,
    smooch on your pooper hole
    all through the super bowl
    Your man, doesn't even miss you
    Glued to the boob tube,
    whatcha gonna do, dude

    I woke up sticky and quickly applied a temporary tattoo to a hickey
    Went to softly shake her awake
    with orange juice, a straw, and coffee cake
    After we had a bite, we pushed the canoe in the lake

    You don't have the right!

    Look, it's a shooting star!

    It's a fucking satellite!

    Lady, one more complaint and I'll shove a rape whistle up the Mrs. Va-jay-jay!

    What'd you say?
    Listen, Slim Shady,
    Tell Dre he better fucking pay me.
    This alone-[breaks off laughing]

    Your talents are bite size!
    It's no surprise you rhyme with white guys!
    I jumped in the water.
    What did I want a girlfriend for?
    Just to say "ew, you jizz on the floor"?
    Or say "I don't want sweet potatoes anymore"?
    I didn't even leave her an oar,
    did a medium cross stroke to shore.
    Who's next to flirt with,
    Miss Exhausting Extrovert?
    I parted some palm fronds,
    guess who lent me dry long johns-
    Uncle Ralph McDaniels!
    He said, "What's up, Paul Nathaniel
    Barman? Let's get MTV off the air!
    I deserve my own channel!"
    evancon May 13, 2005   Link
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    General CommentSocks up to your calf like a chick from the Craft.
    A witchcraft movie with Fairuza Balk, Robin Tunney, Neve Campbell and other people
    semerimolochon July 04, 2006   Link
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    General CommentIt's denouement, not "de nous". She just pronounces it "denoue. ment.". It means conclusion.
    Crimsonicityon April 11, 2008   Link
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    General Comment"I faced her wound" as in slang for vagina and it's "I went to salt and shake her awake"

    Prince Paul is a lyrical genius.
    cowboyShauneeon June 08, 2009   Link

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