Self Lyrics
"Moronic"

She's a leprechaun with mouth full of bile
She's a movie lover, suckin' cock in the isle
It's like ten thousand dicks, when you're not really gay
She's a Death Row contract, when you hate Dr. Dre

And I think she's moronic it's a real pain
When she hits the airwaves with a pack of lies
That she wrote in the third grade she's a head of lies
Thats you just cant shake and each single makes me sicker

To imagine her naked, I'm afraid to see
(Afraid to see)
I took my suitcase and broke her left titty
When I was at Burny-Grunmans mastering my album
I had the chance to burn her masters and I wish that I had
'Cause I think that she's moronic
(Blah, blah, blah)

It's a pure pain when she hits the airwaves
And I hope she dies and pour salt in her veins
She's a head of lice that you just can't shake
And each single makes me sicker

She has a funny way of processing her lower vocals
Through a stereo chorus end delay
She has a funny, funny way of singing all of her bridges
Like the kibbde-kibbde-kibbde-kiddby count bass

Isn't she moronic, don't you think?
Never once melodic and I really do think

And I think she's moronic it's a real pain
When she hits the airwaves with a pack of lies
That she wrote in the third grade she's a head of lies
That you just can't shake and each single makes me sicker