that guy sure was grumpy, but no one can touch me
as long as i’m swaggy..
whatever that means!
your daddy told me that he’d murder me but i’m sure he
that fool don’t know me i do pilates and karate’s,
and he’s fat and disgusting!
i’m hot sh*t, i’m way cool
i’m the toughest kid, in my home-school.
and also i have 10 bodyguards..
no one can touch me,
i’m freaking bruce lee. i punched a nazi right in the
your daddy is whiney. his wiener is tiny. is he right
that was just a joke!
could you please le-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-et go of my nuts?
someone call nine one one one one one one one, this
(wait, how many nines was that?)
it’s just a flesh wound,
he’s drivin’ on my head but i’m just playin’ it possum.
there goes my front tooth.
when he stops kicking me i’ve got him right where i
come back here, we ain’t done!
that’s just my arm. i’ve got another one
this sh*t just got real.
he folded my legs back,
ripped off my nut sack,
stuck me with thumbtacks,
he must be mad.
he pushed me off the roof,
beat me with phone books,
how does my face look?
it’s not that bad..
no not the, ja-ja-ja-ja-ja-ja-ja-jack hammer. owwie.
i don’t know if you noticed this but,
this looks pretty torn up.
that old guy from kill bill
needs to take a chill pill.
i don’t what happened son, you said you knew karate.
but mr.blond just came along in the middle of the song
and chopped up your whole body.
that ain’t rappin’ this is rappin’!
do the booty jam, do the booty jam, everyone’s a fan of the booty jam!
you’re telling me you never heard this?
calling beliebers it’s justin bieber, put me in the
freeze to preserve my head!
we’ll resurrect him,
we can perfect him,
we’ll reanimate him back from the dead.
now you must ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ise.
join the dark si-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ide.
justin, can you hear me?
that name no longer has any meaning for me. my name is