Self - Moronic Lyrics
She's a leprachaun with mouth full of bileShe's a movie lover, suckin ***** in the isleIt's like ten thousand dicks, when you're not really gayShe's a Death Row contract, when you hate Dr. DreAnd I think she's moronicIts a real painWhen she hits the airwavesWith a pack of liesThat she wrote in the third gradeShe's a head of liesThats you just cant shakeAnd each single makes me sickerTo imagine her *****I'm afraid to see (afraid to see)I took my suitcaseAnd broke her left tittyWhen I was at burny-grunmansMastering my albumI had the chance to burn her mastersAnd I wish that i hadCause I think that she's moronic (blah blah blah)It's a pure painWhen she hits the airwavesAnd I hope she diesAnd pour salt in her veinsShe's a head of liceThat you just cant shakeAnd each single makes me sickerShe has a funny wayOf processing her lower vocals through a stereo chorus enddelayShe has a funny funny wayOf singing all of her bridges like the kibbde-kibbde-kibbde-kiddbycount bassIsn't she moronicDont you thinkNever once melodicAnd I really do thinkAnd I think she's moronicIt's a real painWhen she hits the airwavesWith a pack of liesThat she wrote in the third gradeShe's a head of liesThat you just cant shakeAnd each single makes me sicker
