I don't know I might keep this song. I like the concept but not quite how it was executed...my obsession for Miley Cyrus is revealed...hahah
I got so much spit built up, in the back of my molars,
And so many cuss words, stacked on my shoulders,
I must unleash, and cuss at least, once or twice,
Use fuck shit, twat, or sometimes cunts is nice,
Hmm, should I use some form of derogatory term,
No, I never taught those kids words, my storys firm,
Firmer, then if that talk show host Maurys perm,
Oh shit that mafuckas bald, as each of my nuts,
And I'm whiter than Playgirls hair, bleached sluts,
The kids, fuck, you know I can't teach them much,
Maybe what you call a whore that cheats,
And when I say tits, I mean no more than teats,
I mean no more than Vagina, when I say cunt,
When I say faggot, I just mean gay runt,
You guys must surely know, I mean no harm,
When I smile and say "Bitch" you're seein my charm,
I think you all know, I could say pee, instead of piss,
I could say suck my dick, or give my head a kiss,
Saying bitch my cocks sore, nothin's as red as this,
Prepare yourselves, prepare your ears, for my talkin lips,
Each cuss word, worse, here comes the apocalypse,
I'm on top of a hill, I hope you know Lauryn sang this,
For all of you, this is your intro to Foreign Language,
I must be a foreigner, all I do is speak multis,
I own Kentucky, Fuck me, all I do is leak poultry,
Did the news give you a fair report, at the airport,
I hid a bomb in my pubes, and now my hair is short,
Goddamnit, oh well, I guess I'm just another man in jail,
Hannah, you have one male fan, here's my fan mail,
Stuck a hannah montanna sticker on my asshole,
Fill a whole shot full of cum, and its at least half full,
So I fly to Tennesee, and each of my fists attacks this bitch,
Make her suck my dick, like we're attached at the hips,
Around my elevator, or shaft, she wraps her lips,
By her pussy, I put tuppawear, up in there,
And it traps the drips, fuck her on the ceiling,
And she collapses with flips, she's a fuck buddy, a handy lover,
She fucks me, I'm thinkin a Selena, she's thinkin of Danny Glover,
I bust, standing above her, I ask her pussy, are you the last stamp,
Then as quick as possible, I bash her with a lamp,
Breaking the lampshade, she's bleeding, is that what the cramp made,
Prepare yourselves, prepare your ears, for my talkin lips,
Each cuss word, worse, here comes the apocalypse,
I'm on top of a hill, I hope you know Lauryn sang this,
For all of you, this is your intro to Foreign Language,
I want to sack this cunt more than linebackers want Peyton Manning,
She such an perfect angel, and I feel like Satan standing,
What's it gonna take to make you take off those clothes girl,
I'll do whatever you want, eat that pussy make those pearl,
Colored feet, with your cream skin and make yer toes curl,
Miley took me camping, cause she makes me pitch a tent,
Cut her pussy up to her mouth, now the bitch's bent,
I'm tryin to sew her back, wonderin where the stitches went,
I can't get pussy, I'm probably gonna die a raper,
fuck a bitch, then hang her by her pussy from a sky scraper,
Then look her square in the eyes, and try to shape her,
My sixth sense is, making you fix you fenses, hence the concenses, of the people,
I'll take you to the church, and hold you above the steeple,
Or I wanna take a shit in Seattle, on the space needle,
Wipe my ass with brown construction paper, while I face people,
Now you all know that there's a reason, for my pencils existence,
Its part of my arsenal, of tools and utensils of resistance,
Prepare yourselves, prepare your ears, for my talkin lips,
Each cuss word, worse, here comes the apocalypse,
I'm on top of a hill, I hope you know Lauryn sang this,
For all of you, this is your intro to Foreign Language,