| I did cocaine with David Blaine
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| He made my blow disappear, mayne
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| We pulled the train off Ms. Love Hewitt
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| She knows what I did last summer, stupid
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| Oh please, Tara Reid
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| Took her to eat and she was scared of the beef
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| So I had to fuck Jessica Simpson
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| In the kitchen, while she was fixing some chicken
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| And her little sister Ashley
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| Was waiting in the pantry,
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| Spreading the asscheeks
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| Yelling, «Dirt Nasty! |
| «Tell my sis
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| Hurry up with the Teriyaki
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| Then I did Demi in the pooper
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| With a semi, she thought I was Kutcher (man)
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| Dude I heard a rumor. |
| (What's that?)
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| Alyssa Milano is good for a nooner
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| And I ain’t mad
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| At Jennifer Aniston, took it in the ass at the Hotel Radison
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| Her Dad thought it was the Pitt’s
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| 'Cause when he walked in,
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| I was pinchin' her tits
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| Now picture this,
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| I got a photo, of Fred Durst’s dick
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| It’s about an inch
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| For real, I stole it from his bitch
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| Some think that I’m phony homie
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| I play with my penis like Adrien Brody.
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| Fuck you sue me
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| I’ll be sniffin' ruffies with George Clooney
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| L.A. is like Groundhog Day
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| Same old sh*t never fucking rains
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| Droppin' Names
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| What a shame
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| Never thought I’d Turn out this way
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| I bursted the cunt
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| Drew first blood on Kirsten Dunst.
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| And what about the Olsens?
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| At the Golden Globes,
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| Holdin' my scrotum
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| Where the fuck Hillary Duff?
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| I’m a make her smoke dust and choke nuts
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| No I’m not kiddin'
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| I’ll Moulin Douche Nicole Kidman
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| Head spinnin' from the Vodka
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| Courtney Cox sucked my cock in a Mazda.
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| Near Jamba Juice
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| In the parking lot, bombin' on Tom Cruise
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| His dick’s like a needle
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| Mine’s Titanic, ask Leo
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| Or Vin Diesel
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| We were shootin' Speed in his agent’s Regel
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| I’m harming my rectum (HMM)
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| Pardon my French, Carmen Electra
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| And Haley Joel Osment
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| Is gonna be doin' coke before his balls be droppin.
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| My nards aren’t clean,
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| I’ve been partying with Charlie Sheen.
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| Hey Angelina Jolie
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| Why don’t you put them lips on my Roman Cannoli
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| Like Monica Bellucci
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| I heard the coochie, smells like Bleu Cheese.
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| I’m horny for beaver.
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| Gimme a call, Sigourney Weaver.
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| L.A. is like Groundhog Day
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| Same old shit never fucking rains
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| Droppin' Names
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| What a shame
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| Never thought I’d Turn out this way |