Lyrics
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON’T CLEAN YOUR SPONGE,
My mighty rhymes are flowing like a river of pus,
I’m gonna take you on a ride on an evil school bus,
Scream if you want to, cry if you must,
But nothing’s going to matter when our souls turn to dust,
I’ve got some jerky in my pocket, yeah, it’s made of meat,
And I’m gonna take a bite while I groove to the beat,
Hold on tightly to your school bus seat,
I gotta stop it for a second to do a meet and greet,
At a book store,
But yo, I’m not a corporate whore,
I got a lot a money,
but I want more,
Do you think that’s a crime?
Then you’re getting a spanking,
What’s so wrong about
My love for Ben Franklin,
That guy was the shit,
He was countin’ bills while drinkin’ on his mama’s tit,
She hated his fame, she couldn’t handle it,
She jumped off a bridge into a watery abyss,
Okay, none of this is true, y’know I must admit,
I’m a fraud and a liar, and I’m covered in spit,
But at least I know this jam will be a number 1 hit,
I’ll be eating pure gold while you’re eating your grits,
And gravy,
One time I ate a whole baby,
It was delicious, matey,
So stop saying maybe,
I want you so hard that I think I might die,
From heart failure,
Actually that’s a lie,
Your jokes are unfunny,
They’re all about Chuck Norris,
He’s not even that cool!
Oh, shit, here comes the chorus!
Bags of meat, bags of meat, bags of meat, bags of meat, bags of meat, bags of meat,
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON’T CLEAN YOUR SPONGE
It’s time to do a barrel roll,
Put it in the hole,
But, I can’t stop looking at your big-assed mole,
It’s fucking huge,
I feel like a stooge,
Probably Curly,
Or maybe Moe
I conquered Europe with my buttcheeks,
Everybody’s knee-deep,
In cellulite that’s not theirs to keep,
They won’t see a dime,
Of the profits that are hittin’ me because of my rhymes,
Though they live in my behind.
But they’re all cool with it cause it smells like pine,
I got one of those little trees for ‘em.
One of those air freshener things?
Yeah! I got it at target.
Those things are fucking adorable.
Not to mention refreshing, am I right!
Hahaha, hell yeah.
Shut the fuck up,
I wanna throw a duck up in the air,
And then shoot with big pear,
Gun,
I don’t even really have one,
I’m still waiting for the technology to come,
I like to shock and stun,
If you disagree you know I’ll kill you with my buns,
I know all the shit about my ass is getting old,
OH MOTHERFUCKING SHIT, IT’S THE MOLD
(chorus)
