Gotta go slow
Gotta go slow
Pig without wings
Is just another pig
And a prick that's not hard
Is just another dick
Open real wide and in goes my fist
Wasn't that just so delicious
Peddling backwards, great exercise
Monopoly's a way of life for some
That perfect car, the house, the pool
That f**king girl from high school
The spoon, the spoon
Oh, f**king christ, the spoon
Cutting lines
Oh god, it's finally time to party
Dirty (x8)
Delivery, I'm f**king starving
Sounds good, let's get it going
Bury me up bread and a rocket
Expect no delays
Topsy turvy
Driving on the curvy
To the sounds of
Mail boxes knocking over
Help my aim, oh please
In a search, maybe
Don't tell anyone where I be
My sticky situations
Hiding, I'm flying
I keep them
From you
F**king motherf**kers
F**king motherf**ker
A pig without wings
Is just another pig
And a prick that's not hard
Is just another dick
Nickles and dimes and pennies count
That's like sixteen cents to go toward a blow job
Know you've all been there before,
Fell face first, god makes you fall from grace
Sick, up late, don't call me names
What's all this sh** on my face
The spoon, the spoon
Oh, f**king christ, the spoon
Cutting lines
Oh god, it's finally time to party
Dirty (x8)
Delivery, I'm f**king starving
Sounds good, let's get it going
Bury me up bread and a rocket
Expect no delays
Topsy turvy
Driving on the curvy
To the sounds of
Mail boxes knocking over
Help my aim, oh please
In a search, maybe
Don't tell anyone where I be
My sticky situations
Hiding, I'm flying
I keep them
From you
F**king motherf**kers
F**king motherf**ker
A pig without wings
Is just another pig
And a prick that's not hard
Is just another dick
Smiling kids make me think
Do I have the right
To swing from the monkey bars
Candy hearts and lucky charms
Where the f**k is my delivery
At the playground going for a swim in my cereal
The spoon, the spoon
Oh, f**king christ, the spoon
Cutting lines
Oh god, it's finally time to party
Dirty (x8)
Delivery, I'm f**king starving
Sounds good, let's get it going
Bury me up bread and a rocket
Expect no delays
Topsy turvy
Driving on the curvy
To the sounds of
Mail boxes knocking over
Help my aim, oh please
In a search, maybe
Don't tell anyone where I be
My sticky situations
Hiding, I'm flying
I keep them
From you
F**king motherf**kers