Lyrics
"Blome E. Tweiss - fake name, harsh lyrics!"
Two trailer trash wh**es who offer a ride
All for a five, mouths open wide
[ah!, (d***-a-d***-d***...), ah!]
Used trailer trash wh**es are batting thier eyes
Look at my five, laugh at my guy!
[bah!, (not much d*** d***...), bah!, [Boo!]
Sluts!]
Guess who's back . . .
Back again . . .
Antman's back . . .
To offend! . . .
Talks of crap, praises crack, sells kids smack, tortures cats,
tossed jim-hats, this and that, yes, I'm bad....
(Hummer, humping, err, humming part)
{lights up a joint}
Someone started a rumor -
- "there no bloody humor in cursing, you bore!"
It's so crazy, my wild grammar? {yeah!}
Hell, if you want crazy, s*** is what I'll hand ya!
A little piece of me, pissed off with no manners
A warning this isn't fit for your grandmas
Say your shocked when I yell "FOCK"? That's thin-skinned, kiddo
'snot the Bible that I am annihilating
Ca(i)n, I mock when I'm Abel, vi'lent violating! {yay!}
So sick of my song, but while it's playing
You step back and do a dance that smile is staying
You think I await a trial in Hades?
Please, don't keep the insane asylum waiting!
See, the FCC's afraid of me
'cause I streamed more pee than R Kelly
Howard Stern could learn some new words, obscene
When I talk so filthy, foul-mouthed me!
So, love on and live, hug all and kiss? {pfft!}
F*** that!, suck on her ***t, and b***er her kids!
Don't get pissy
..When I rap s*** in this ditty-
-'cause you know it's f*****' awesome
D***, I'M WITTY!
Now this looks like the song for me
To shout out sev'ral obscenities
'cause we need a little vulgarity
So God d*** [oh man!] pro-fanity!
I said this looks like a hit indeed
So everybody will b**** at me
But we need a little indecency
And it's so d***** funny - talk unclean!
Killin' horses, still porkin' their corpses
Look gorgeous in Georgia performin' abortions
Went car jackin' and wreckin' some Porsches
'til someone got pissed off and said "Come on, no more S***!!!"
My commentary? "Someone just dared me!
I'm quite a 'people person'" {psych!} I'm evil and scary!
Red Devil, and one whose mad level surpassed
Saddam's acts, too bad he didn't get killed on a rack! {snap!}
Young boys and pastors, everyone's after me!
And even the Pacifists wants to lash their fist at me?
Yeah, I'm bad! (fap-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fap) { j**zed! }
Sick: parent's dilemma. Rude ta them, the man's worse than Eminem!-
-I'm not Bart, there's no Principle Skinner
A sinner by invention, back with a winner
I've never resting, the death bed's protesting!
Requesting the Cardiac gods arrest me! {missed!}
Test me? Convention leaves
Breed dissention, soon as someone questions me
Fear my vengeance, 'cause eventu'lly
I'll screw them **** **** - who censored me?!
Now this looks like the song for me
To shout out sev'ral obscenities
'cause we need a little vulgarity
So God d*** [oh man!] pro-fanity!
I said this looks like a hit indeed
So everybody will b**** at me
But we need a little indecency
And it's so d***** funny - talk unclean!
I rip gits and half-wits, and flow piss in caskets
"Man, this sod is rude!" Please, go kiss my assets!
Missus Fat B*tch - you should get that snatch stiched
We could use sev'ral less misfit slack kids
Unholy? But a Priest, *once*, fun-holed me
I should have got Ted "The Meth" Haggard to b*** me
They won't own me, I'm too bold, can't slow
Stand closer - nobody listens to Ant though!
My rant flows -
- Envisioned opinions,
But I'm sharin' this fun list. One with some symptoms:
I sling c** like Gene Simmons in a bim, dumb
Yeah, I knew Tourette: I GAVE HIM HIS SYNDROME!
{twitch!}
Well sometimes a song's extreme
'cause not everbody wants cute comedy
The balls on me, uncalming seas
Appalling? Please! You can't conceive!
Say your eyes are stinging, your ears are ringing?
Heard what I'm singing, I got you thinking!
For you to question "what is filthy?"
My view is,
