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Trouble

Hold your breath when you see me walking by

I'm obsessed with movies, Barbed Wire, throw a stiletto in ya eye

I confess, I'm like Jesse James in an Ames parking lot

Have humorous fun, pulling numerous guns on consumers, runYour man-freaked that, I told John, Get back

Broke your 8Track, A-Dats stole your Kit Kats

Grab your fanny pack and gagged you

With a six, pack a six White Castle sackDrip wax in your office fax

Changed a few facts in your contract

Your advance is axed and

A & R is gonna write all ya new tracksI'm on the dole with mad loot selling bootlegs of poor artists

Got two legs to work but I beg for change to drink Bacardis

Hearty meals got these Hardy Boys hard

Then taught Nancy Drew and her dogHow to jerk off and how to steal from drug dealers

Ahh, enough of this I killed Snuffalufagus

With pills and made a snuff film

To prove to Big Bird he exists, see he is realI'm, ill can't deal with mere mortals

Got a portal in my knee to beam me

To a balance beam but I just drank 3 Jim Beams

My Olympic team is gonna scream at me, is it my turn?I gotta pee, I'm 14 but haven't grown since I was three

Get my kicks feeding drinks to kids in rehab clinks

Minx took Pink to my sink and used her hair die to die my minks

Tattoo inks with Ajax, I hijacked Pat SajakSent him back to Wheel of Fortune

With a bad limp and a crack habit

Silly rabbit this song is for kids

The way the messed up system isIf I was a black man, I'd be up on a 8 year bid

I'd ego, you know, I wish I owned those

But I sold 'em to buy nice speakers

What kind? BoseTrouble, we like it like thatTrouble capital T stands for me

Punching ya tummy, cover you with honey and ants

Fatal Attraction, boil a bunny while I break dance

Fart in my hot pants in a crowded theater at Sundance

Must have been the hot ranchSo let's dance because I killed

Bowie's wife with a bowie knife

C'mon Mon, it was Iman and man

Bowie's my man gimme one more nightI just upchucked my pills and Tom Collins

On Phil Collins, I mean Phil it was just a spill-chill

Bad upbringing, I made Jerry's kids phone stop ringing

I'm only kidding with this sick singingI'm just giving what this track's bringing

Trouble, I'm not subtle I need more air

So I popped that kid and stole his bubble

Stuck him in some double TupperwareA clean death inject ya with Crest and crystal meth

Obsessed with my own breasts

Won't look at you so don't get undressed for sex

I guess, I'm on a rampage for underage idolsDid Malcolm's bro in the middle and little Kenny with subtitles

I strike quick like the emperor not the right temperature and

I think it's too easy to make fun of 98 Degrees

And now that you mention it Britney, Christina and N'sync

Why even bother, we'll all be gone by next weekTrouble, we like it like that

Trouble, we like it like that

Trouble, we like it like that

Trouble, we like it like that

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