The Song That I Wrote When You Dissed Me

Hey there, Mr. Marlboro man, what you gonna do

When there's nobody left but your choke smoking self to abuse?

Hey there, Mr. CEO man, where you gonna be

When your daughter and me hop the first cheap flight to Fiji or Paris?

There you go telling me how I feel again

There you go telling me what you need again

There you go telling me how to be again

Just like you, ain't it true?

But like that nasty King Kong

Cock strong and half a block long

There weren't nothing as string as the song

That I wrote when you dissed me

Hey there, Mr. Fraternity, boy, what you gonna say

When it's time to admit to your family and shit that you're gay? Anyway

Hey there, Mr. Head-In-The-Clouds, you know what I found?

Got the tape of the rape and that ass that you pound

How profound, pass around

There you go telling me how I feel again

There you go telling me what you need again

There you go telling me how to be again

Just like you, ain't it true?

But like that nasty King Kong

Cock strong and half a block long

There weren't nothing as the song

That I wrote when you dissed me

Just like that nasty King Kong

Cock strong and half a block long

There weren't nothing as strong as the song

That I wrote when you dissed me

Everybody lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch

Yeah, everything's alright, leave it alone tonight

Yeah, everything's okay

Just tell your mom, you're gay

Yeah, yeah, just like that nasty King Kong

Cock strong and half a block long

There weren't nothing as strong

As that nasty King Kong

Just like that nasty King Kong

Cock strong and half a block long

There weren't nothing as strong as the song

That I wrote, motherfucker