Whoa, surprise
Make mine a super size
Fuck all this metal shit
I’m bringing back the synthesize
Y’all don’t realize
I’m what you criticize
I tried to compartmentalize
But I didn’t know what it meant
Just like this, sippin’ Bacardi
Just like this, la-di da-di
Just like this
Just like this
Just like this
Don’t it make ya feel like shit, muthafucka?
Don’t it make ya feel like shit, old man?
Once upon a compromise
I dressed up like a regular guy
And had myself a very good time
Ho, surprise
Welcome to my enterprise
For all of y’all who just arrived
Kiss my ass two times
Y’all best recognize
I’m the shit, guys
Though I tried to compromise
It came out counterclockwise
All my freakin’ peeping toms
In my basements making bombs
I’m the most, I suppose
You couldn’t possibly butter my toast
All my goth chicks writin’ prose
With my fingers in your nose
I’m the most, I suppose
You couldn’t possibly butter my toast