[Intro]
Come on clap
Clap
Everybody clap
Come on
Now clap
Just like that
Now stop that clapping
I will start rapping
[Bridge]
f** this
f** that
f** me
f** you
f** everyone here
And everybody else too
f** goth
f** face
f** all night long
f** everything everywhere
And f** this song
[Verse 1]
(Schäffer the Darklord goes)
f**ity f**ity f**ing mother fa duckity
It s**s how some f**ers make
Such a fuss when they f** with me
And it s**s how this f**ing word f**
Seems to be stuck to me
Luckily the company
I keep doesn't care
Everywhere and anywhere
Everybody swears when their
Little middle fingers wiggle up in the air
Dare me not to use it dude
And I will lose a dare
Cause I struggle with it's usage
Every time that I write rhymes
Times I abuse it, but try as I might my
Little f-word is heard
It bites my a**
I fight it back
Alas it wins
And then it slips right in
And begins to blend in
Filling syllables in
And if it offends and
Or if in the end
I defend its intent
Then I'll get different friends
Come on
[Chorus]
(Schäffer the Darklord goes)
Banana rama Alabama Hanna Barbera and a
(then the Black Box goes)
f** this song I'm so embarra**ed
(Schäffer the Darklord goes)
Idiots listen to this American era and a
(then the Black Box goes)
f** this song I'm so embarra**ed
[Verse 2]
When a hot David Famous beat drops I'm on it
And when I'm in a house that house is haunted
And when I'm on the roof that roof is on fire
And every time I do tell the truth I sound like a liar
So f** it
f** this song and f** me
Let me hear you all say f** S.T.D
(f** S.T.D.)
Yes you understand
And in case I haven't mentioned it
f** you and your band
If you see kay
Tell her I say hey
And then tell her she should stay the hell away today
And if kay takes offense to this then just say
I'm sorry kay I guess that this just isn't your day
Any person heard cursin' so much it's absurd
It's worse than any jerk
Referrin' to himself in third person
Take it from Schäffer
Cause he's a nerd and he's certain
That dirty words are for the birds
This verse was terse then!
[Chorus]
(Schäffer the Darklord goes)
Banana rama Alabama Hanna Barbera and a
(then the Black Box goes)
f** this song I'm so embarra**ed
(Schäffer the Darklord goes)
Idiots listen to this American era and a
(then the Black Box goes)
f** this song I'm so embarra**ed
[Bridge]
f** this
f** chris
f** me
f** you
f** everyone here
And everybody else too
f** goth
f** face
f** all night long
f** everything everywhere
And f** this song
[Verse 3]
This word is most often a verb when it's mentioned
But it's a f**ing awesome adverb in this sentence
Every then and now found as a put down, noun
Or even as an adjective as in "you f**ing clown"
Wow this number's runnin' now and how
And it's somethin' about nothin'
'cept f**in' and now
I see why this trap happens so often and time
And why half of all rappers how fast that they rhyme
And I find
That my cousins use cousin and stuffin'
Fluffin' up some f**ed up
Huffin' and puffin' about nothin'
Under unintelligible mumbling
And this bumbling f**ery gets
So redundant and insulting
Consumers are stupid, goofy, gullible vultures
With I-pods and my god
Why does pop culture
Even get to have a status as a culture at all?
What pa**es for subversive has nerve but no balls
And you know what I find funny?
Monkeys
Know what's even funnier?
The phrase: f**in' monkeys
Utter it with me f**ers!
Say it
f**in' monkeys!
It's fun huh?
You're a bunch of f**in' monkeys
f**in' monkeys
Monkey f** a bunch of mother f**in' mothers
But some others monkeys f** each other
Under one another
If you wanna f** a monkey lover
Give us a kiss
Man i'm f**ed if I want a radio edit of this
Come on
[Chorus] X 2
(Schäffer the Darklord goes)
Banana rama Alabama Hanna Barbera and uh
(then the Black Box goes)
f** this song I'm so embarra**ed
(Schäffer the Darklord goes)
Idiots listen to this American era and uh
(then the Black Box goes)
f** this song I'm so embarra**ed
fu*k!