[Sang]
Hey
I put on a real short skirt
To show off my long legs
I bent over, showing my a**
Posing in different shapes
Attention must always be on me
I'm where the spotlight should always be
And that's why I've got seven pounds
Of makeup on my face
My voice is higher than a whistle for dogs
That's why you can't tell what I'm saying at all
It sounds like gibberish, writing words was a waste
But it doesn't matter, 'cause I look great
You can't see me
I'm the guy who's screaming
Who is that yelling?
It's distracting from me
Everybody (Stop it)
Thinks this song is saying (Shut him up, please)
"f** a zombie" (That's sick)
f**, f**, f** a zombie
I am ready
Nowadays, the media
Is so obsessed with trans
The best way to get coverage
Is to have been a man
I'm getting sick of this Caitlin sh**
Taking away my newsworthiness
Wait, that gives me a good idea
An awesome, brilliant plan
I'll lose the skirt, and tie my pull to the back
Then stuff my crotch, and put on a fake mustache
I'll leak a photo online to TMZ
And all attention will be back on me
Stop that licking
Stop that doughnut licking
Ew, who could eat these?
They are so fattening, ew
Americans (What's this?)
Are gross, and disgusting (How dare Grande)
She can't say that bullsh**
About this great country
That girl will pay
I'm here to deport that Mexican girl now
For things she said, putting Americans down
You can't deport me, and I'm not Mexican
Get off of me, you stupid, racist pig, ew
I'm Bill Cosby
That awful voice me, woo
I've got something
That you should be drinking, woo
Get lost, Cosby, you're sick
Now we must be leaving, woo
Not so fast, Trump
This chick is coming home with me
I don't think so, whoa
[Spoken]
Whoops, I did it again
I'm sorry
I'm coming for you, Khloe