It doesn't make me laugh anymore
These aren't Blue's Clues
Or why haven't you shown up?
I always get what I want, when I want
Could it be that you're an idiot?
If you knew that you miss out on the good stuff
You've got me really idiot
I've got everything sorted out
The best at yoga, aikido and meditation
Come and take my clothes off
And you give me the injection
I give you the first six letters of my reputation
Who do you think you are, 'cause I crown you?
That's not how it works here
So shove the crown up your a*s
I always get what I want, when I want
Could it be that you're an idiot
That you miss out on the good stuff
You've got me really idiot
I've got everything sorted out
Beer, pool, dice, tacos are my tradition
That's why I'm already six drinks, two shots, two cigarettes in
And when I dance, everything bounces