Sudden d**h - Pop Star lyrics
* pre-release single; available only at the website {*a parody of the 50 Cent song "wa*ksta"*} [Intro] OK, who's next? Hi, My name's Jason And I'm going to sing Somewhere Over The Rainbow OK. Go for it (Really bad) Somewhere over the rainbow/ Way over there Oh dear Lord.. [verse 1] You think you's a pop star, but you need to stop singin' I think you should leave now, till my ears have stopped ringin' You can't sing worth sh**, and you can't dance worth sh** What makes you think that if you cut a song it'd be a hit We do this all the time, some people soundin' fine But others sound like they're committing sins against mankind This girl she looks fine, she wants to get signed Her mouth opens and it sounds like gears when they grind I tell them all the time, send shivers down my spine They start to b**h and whine, and tell me I'm a swine They think they sound like gold, and I'm the one they loathe But they're all screamin' like they leaned against a hot stove So I send them away, and they all feel betrayed But even Paula doesn't have anything nice to say [Chorus] You think you's a pop star, but you need to stop singin' I think you should leave now, till my ears have stopped ringin' When you try to hit a note, you sound like a sea lion You been singin' for your whole life, you need to stop tryin' (repeat) [verse 2] Damn homie, you sound like A dying lamb, homie, the hell's up with that? And then up next is Loretta, and I'm sorry I met her 'Cause when she finished her song, I thought I'd need a rib spreader She thinks that she can do better, sing just like Eddie Vedder She thinks I'm out to get her, like I had a vendetta She look good, but she howls like an Irish Setter She's trying to start the song over but there's no way I'm-a let her Get out now, stop the bleeding, don't wanna hear another word 'Cause you're the worst singer that I think I've ever heard I've heard enough now, I'm suicidal And she still thinks she's the next American Idol (chorus) You think you's an idol, but your sound is all dull Awful and an eyefull, stole your style from Paula You know that she's washed up, and that you're no heart-throb You are absolutely ghastly, don't quit your day job [verse 3] Me I'm no monster, me I'm not raptor Me I'm not mentor, me I'm just me, me Me I'm no singer, me I'm no actor But it's me who owns the record company Now your singing baby was a total mess You sang flatter than Ally McBeal's chest And yet you think that you're good, and ready for prime time But there's no future for you, well maybe as a mime Losers sayin' that they don't like Simon Cowell Is it because I kinda sound like Thurston Howell? Or is it 'cause they know success takes more than just luck And they know I'm right when I tell them they all s** (chorus) You think you's a pop star, but you need to stop buggin' If you keep on singin', I'm-a put my ear plugs in You ruined my favorite song, even screwed up the title You're a disgrace, you're no American Idol Next!