[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