Carrie Underwood, heals my wonder wood,
Ate her out, I guess her pussy's finger food,
She wanted it, I guess this "cunt"ry singers lewd,
I tell her, Yes Carrie you could say my bed is nice,
Nope that's parmasan in my hair, not head lice,
And those are crabs in my pubes, that's red rice,
And that happy-go-lucky bitch, I fed dice,
I try to talk George Bush into selling his ranch,
The bid's between some poor fuck, and michelle branch,
I'm butt necked, with my pubes braided, at a maskerade,
Kim K, J Lo, V Guidera, I just had a ass parade,
Ima cram two models, into two shampoo bottles,
Stick my dick in Wynota, so I guess she's a dick ryder,
Have multis every bar, so I guess I'm a sick writer,
Fire every verse, hold up, let me pick a lighter,
At west point, I smoked the best joint,
I'm fuckin Katy Perry, and I watch Russell pout,
Stick my cock up her ass, along with a brussell sprout,
If I had a Wish list, of things to ask for,
I would wish for, you to kiss this ass more,
Or for you to suck my dick, until my foreskin dissappears,
Or until my dick head starts crying, and you kiss the tears,
I hate the fuckin baha men, so let me put my bra on then,
So my pokies don't stick out, like a sore thumb,
I'm gonna pour some, whore cum, into your hard liquor,
Pardon my French, but I'm harder than a pinch,
of a pinch on that fuckin' crab invested toilet,
But goddamnit that lab tested it and spoiled it,
I cut my wrists off then let my two Rolexes,
Do whatever they want, and they stole a lexus,
Pulled Texas, out of a taxicab, with Jordin Shipley,
Now I'm a slave, and I'm ignorin while you whip me,
I'll stab him with a fuckin ball point pen,
Then kick your knee caps, until I knock all yer joints in,
Three taps, to see if your knee caps are still in place,
I got a fuckin dentist whose willing to erase,
My debt, if only he gets to start drilling your face,
He tried to tell the truth, lied and out fell a tooth,
I'm a demon screamin, and hell is my booth,
If I had a Wish list, of things to ask for,
I would wish for, you to kiss this ass more,
Or for you to suck my dick, until my foreskin dissappears,
Or until my dick head starts crying, and you kiss the tears,
Hey fatass, you're such a fuckin knuckle head,
Your heavy waist isn't cause your belt buckle's lead,
I got disgusting fingernails, and dirty toes,
They match my wordy flows, they're unnecessary like flirty hoes,
Trying to lure you with lipstick, and perty (pretty) clothes,
I'm barefoot, because I had my flip flops taped,
I'm at the gym, doing squat thrusts, in tip top shape,
Smiling butt necked, knowing I'll give Hip hop a rape,
Eat a fuckin Klondike bar, then have Chris Brown pick up my trash,
And have Rhinana doing Pilotties while I got my dick up her ass,
And treat her like Adrian tears up the Bears front four,
Twisting her titties, saying what bitch, you want more,
I scream at all crabs until its shell is broken,
Scream at Satan until fuckin hell is open,
I rip off the Non smoking sign, then fell in tokin'
Then make fun of demons that are well spoken,
How'mi gonna be buried, six feet deep, when I'm known six two,
How'mi gon' walk, with broken legs, and the bone sticks through,
If I had a Wish list, of things to ask for,
I would wish for, you to kiss this ass more,
Or for you to suck my dick, until my foreskin dissappears,
Or until my dick head starts crying, and you kiss the tears,