"Whassup, man?"
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"What up?"
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"Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a bitch behind the counter had the nerve to call me a fucking superstar"
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"Rock star"
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"No, I, no, a superstar, a rock star none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't understand is how the fuck am I a superstar? How are you a superstar? We don't got a fucking video on MTV"
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"No!"
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"I got one car! And it's got a flat tire and a fucking broken rear view mirror"
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"I got two cars"
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"You got two cars?"
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"But still..."
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"You might be a superstar"
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"No"
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"I seen you flying around the hood"
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"No!"
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"You might be a superstar"
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"Never!"
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"Ok, well look, so I don't understand that shit, basically that shit ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.."
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"You might be a rock star. Ya know, maybe a rock star"
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"You could be a rock star. With a little bit of effort and a video. I can work you into some A&R. I can get you on the radio, you, my friend, can be a rock star"
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"Nice"
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"Warped Tour, baby"
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(Chorus)
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Everybody come on
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?)
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Everybody come on
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Don't let it go to your head
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(Monoxide)
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I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and some chipped sunglasses
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So sweet and sticky they call me Lil Molasses
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Don't let it fool you though, I'm a neck slitter
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Chest hair permed, all covered in glitter
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I got bitches falling out of my pockets at all times
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Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all kinds
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Hating on me, leaving these people with false lines
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Bitch, you must be out your god damn mind
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Understand I'm the mothafucking shit, bitch
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And you ain't got to say it, I can see it on your lips, please
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Put my dick on a hot dog bun and put that in your mouth
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And keep my name off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH!)
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Pink fun and that Twiztid thong
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I got my homie in the car waiting all night long
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I ain't shit (Yeah)
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You can let the whole world know
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The only way I gets some pussy's if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick)
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(Chorus)
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Everybody come on
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?)
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Everybody come on
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Don't let it go to your head
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(Madrox)
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Superstar with the boots and a big old dick
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Neck, chest, and dick tip covered in lipstick
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Rhinestone sunglasses
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Nipples tells us about those tender young asses
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And fucking in a casket
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We like ass with bounce to the ounce
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All you lame hoes go and ask your friends what I'm talking about
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Light built, with dollor bills
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Got a chauffer with a limo
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I ain't never touch a steering wheel
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Besides I'm to fine to drive
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And after the show it's about getting high
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Let's talk about you for a second
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Then lets talk about me for an hour and a half
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Oh yeah, here go that autograph you asking about
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And don't forget to flash your titties on the way out
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See, I'm a superstar, hell I'm on my own dick
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Even though I ain't shit
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And everyone know it
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(Chorus Repeats Till End)
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Everybody come on
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?)
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Everybody come on
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Superstar, you ain't shit
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Don't let it go to your head
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Superstar
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Twiztid |