[Intro]
Yeah, boy, yeah, boy, yeah, girl
Let’s take it back
Attention, K-Mart shoppers, jerk-jicka-jerk
Attention, K-Mart shoppers, K-Mart shoppers
There’s a Blue Light Special, sales aren’t stoppin’
[Verse 1]
Still got the radar to walk up in Target, spot a bargain like a Dalmatian
Zippin’ up the aisle, racin’, got The Salvation Army, style blazer
I’m out chasin’ the gals mental hospital out patient
A grown adult who acts like a baby, I’m so ado-lescent
Same old Harley-Davidson coat and flannel
Eight days in a row, Slim ’til I’m eighty years-old, fat ho
Still a cage that you don’t rattle
Maybe that explains why you won’t battle
‘Cause you was okay in my book ’til you took a page from it, ho
My notepad’ll explode next time you’re in range of it though
Danger, unknown contaminants it contains in it, yo
Enough plutonium to blow up this whole stadium, ho, asshole
Guess shit don’t change and it won’t
Yeah, so if yesterday felt like the same day as before
That’ll explain why it’s Groundhog’s Day again, ho
Skidaddle, it’s been Shady since you’ve been afraid of your own shadow
Aftermath to the grave and we’re takin’ over the radio like it’s changing its own channel
And I wouldn’t dial it back if it crank yanked me
And whoa, still cranky and so zany, and oh, yeah, don’t stop
[Chorus]
So here we go
Girl who does it better, let me know
La-di-da, came to party soon as I hit the door
Y’all are in deep doo-doo fo’ sho’
Better get a pooper scooper
It’s Welfare cheese, saltines and Ritz Crackers
Faygo, no Mountain Dew
It’s just Moon Mist when I’m at the Ritz (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Talkin’ about you savin’ the day, bitch, you savin’ the decade
You nuts? Take a wild guess, who’s crazy as heck, wait
Fuck you think? You expect Ma$e, Cool J in a suit playin’ the flute
Michael Bublé doin’ reggae, so much my new jewels weigh
I get headaches, they’re breathtaking
Two huge chains, they’re like pet snakes dripping candyblue paint
With a meth face, swervin’ through lanes on a segway
Bumpin’ 2 Chainz in a neck brace (2 Chainz)
Too dangerous of a threat, bomb brain of Saddam Hussein’s head in a suitcase
When it detonates I–, hold up, hey, you get the kids from school?
‘Kay, cool, thanks
Impregnate a dead lady, eat bath salts
Two faces and get nak–, get wasted, got a toothpaste with a cigarette taste that’s lead-based (Ew)
Smells like blue paste then I’m on a peg leg in a toupee
Sellin’ bootlegs on casette tapes
[Chorus]
So here we go
Girl who does it better, let me know
La-di-da, came to party soon as I hit the door
Y’all are in deep doo-doo fo’ sho’
Better get a pooper scooper
It’s Welfare cheese, saltines and Ritz Crackers
Faygo, no Mountain Dew
It’s just Moon Mist when I’m at the Ritz (Yeah)
[Refrain]
And I’m
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper
I’m tryna break a hundred for one Big Buford
[Chorus]
It’s Welfare cheese, saltines and Ritz Crackers
Faygo, no Mountain Dew
It’s just Moon Mist when I’m at the Ritz (Yeah)
It’s on my radar
[Verse 3]
Attention, K-Mart shoppers, jerk-jicka-jerk
Attention, K-Mart shoppers, K-Mart shoppers
That’s your trademark if life imitates art
K-Mart to the graveyard, safeguard it like Braveheart
Ain’t changin’ a thing, dawg, my thoughts are gonna stay dark
So cold to this day, start defrostin’ to my ideas
Even after I got ’em to cook ’em they still stay raw
Because all them thoughts I thought of crawls back up as soon as I thought ’em
Must mean I’m so hot, I’m cold, so cold, I’m hot, I’m like autumn
‘Cause I’m back to trippin’ on all them motherfuckers
It just sucks I had to fall on my ass to hit my bottom
And the whole debacle was a God awful experience
But it also gave me an awesome source I could draw from
And don’t bother callin’ the law enforcement to stop him
There’s a new sheriff in town, it’s a marshall [moron] it’s Gotham
Comin’ through in a bra on a horse with Robin in boxing shorts
I’m too boxy with a box of Newports and [?]
And your problems compiled as Marshall gone wild
And drive a car through the side of Arkham Asylum
And park in the dining room
Ain’t no thoughts darker than mine are
Batshit cray, sometimes I just gotta remind him
Lady, nice bottom, it’s top of the line and I’m
Lookin’ forward to gettin’ behind it
[Chorus]
So here we go
Girl who does it better, let me know
La-di-da, came to party soon as I hit the door
Y’all are in deep doo-doo fo’ sho’
Better get a pooper scooper
It’s Welfare cheese, saltines and Ritz Crackers
Faygo, no Mountain Dew
It’s just Moon Mist when I’m at the Ritz (Yeah)
[Outro]
(Still a K-Mart shopper, you bitch)
Yeah
(Still a K-Mart shopper, you bitch)
Bitch, I’m feelin’ nostalgic
(Still a Wal-Mart shopper, you bitch)
Suck my ballsack
(Still a Target shopper, you bitch)
Stiffler’s back (Shit)
Chicka—Stiffler’s back
Chick—chick—er-chicka—Stiffler’s back
Chicka-Stiffler’s back
Chick
Party pooper
Haha
