Bring the cancer
When you hear this in the club
You’re gonna free shit up
You’re gonna puke up your guts
Because this song really sucks
When I’m outside the club
I’m flashin’ my muff
I’m flashin’ my muff
Makin’ cameras blow up
She’s the X-Factor judge
Whose always drugged up!
She always also looks drunk
Hey Lance, Simon shut up
When I’m driving through the club
I’m doing hit and runs
While I’m holding my son
Driving drunk is fun – AHHH!
I like to mix lyrics that are total shit
With dance beats that are generic
And then make futuristic videos
That are tremendously boring and dull
I am a total douche that is better than you
That’s why I have this dumb hair-do
And why I use way too much AUTO-TUNE
You are now rockin’ with a douchebag and a crazy bitch
Product placement.
BRING THE CANCER
I’m a frog
This song was written by my dog
Why the hell do I dance like this?
I look like a drugged up puppet!
You dance like a white dude.
Eh yo!
My lyrics are so meaningless.
My music is so horrendous. (SOMEBODY KILL ME)
It makes Soulja Boy seem legit
IT’s RUBBISH!
Eh yo!
Technology gets me so hot.
I just had sex with this robot.
IT WAS ROBOT RAPE I SAID STOP STOP STOP!
Eh yo!
Everybody can suck my cock.
I am more important than god
And everybody should know that:
I’m a DoucheBag!
When I’m on lots of drugs.
I like to sound with tish.
That’s why I’m talking like this.
You’re not British Bitch.
I’m totally nuts.
That’s why I married K-FED
I did a ton of Meth.
And then I shaved my head.
I am the worst musician of this decade
My source will give your eardrums AIDS.
I hit my head real hard when I was eight/here.
That’s why I dress like I’m from outer space.
The random crap I say:
Is this the world
Boom boom pow
And Mazel tov
Somebody needs to make this garbage stop
You are now-now rockin’ with a douchebag and a crazy bitch.