I was great, I was great, I was great, I was great, I was great at high school
Run away, run away, run away, run away, run away if you do get some ripe
Open up, open up, open up, open up you stupid hos

If I see, then I go
i don't need to blow my own shit
Talking to myself like Sebastian Bach
remotely slagged off, picking up my shit
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know

I'm in jail, i'm in jail, i'm in jail, i'm in jail
for washing my eyes
Go away, go away, go away, go away, if I'm now 909
tell me now, tell me now that I've gone
If you high, then I low
I don't pick a hare, i make it bleed
I'm 57, cuz' i'm only fucking my Eurostar
Eurostar
Eurostar

Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello if i'm Japanese
I like shit, I like shit, I like shit, I like shit videos on VH1
I don't watch, I don't watch The Word with my old fucker Mark Lamarr

If I go, then i'm pleased
twatting about with my dick
I write parodies, sexual rhymes that rhyme
Launch into a hit, make me cry you hos
you hos
you hos
you hos
you hos
you hos
you hos
you hos
you hos
you hos
you hos
FINAL
you hos

Get orf moi land