11am wakin up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta puke some first
Gotta have some lunch gotta have Capn Crunch
Think I’ll write a song I got 2 minutes
Think of one even dumber than Tik Tok
That’ll be tough wait I got it
Gonna do a song, bout where to siiit

Squea kin in my hiigh voice
Grow lin in my looow voice
Gotta make my mind up
Which sound should I maaaaake?

It’s whiny, whiny
Gotta sound really whiny
Everybody’s lookin’ for a chance to stab me, stab me
Whiny, whiny
Gittin REALLY whiny
Everyone who hears me’s goin’ off the deep end

Clobber ing clobber ing (yeah!)
Strangle ing strangle ing (yeah!)
Die! Die! Die! Die!
Lookin’ for to make this song end

11:45 we’re in the studio
Five minutes later we’ve pooped out gold
Dumb, dumb, talk about dumb
That is what this is
I got this, you got this
My whitey ghetto slang, aaay
I got this you got this
I be cool, yeah

Croa kin in my frog voice
Scree chin in my Cher voice
Gotta make my mind up
Which sound should I maaaaake?

It’s whiny, whiny
Gotta sound really whiny
Everybody’s lookin’ for a chance to shoot me, shoot me
Whiny, whiny
Gittin really whiny
Everyone who hears me’s goin’ off the deep end

Pummel ling pummel ling (yeah!)
Bludgeon ing bludgeon ing (yeah!)
Die! Die! Die! Die!
Lookin’ for to make this song end

Yesterday I’m no one (no one)
To-day I be someone (someone)
Me, me, no educated
Me talk like Tarzan
Me make a crappy song to-day
Tomorrow I’m on my way
Obscurity.....comes afterwaaaaaards.....
Don’t want my 15 minutes to eeeeeeend....

R-B, Rebecca Black
Proof that this whole world’s on crack
I wrote these lyrics and I’m all beet red
But have some creepy street cred
Your parents are sparin’ dinero
So I can buy a sombrero
And you can be famous like a pharaoh
To carry all this money, I’ll need a wheel barrow
They bought you this song, it’s super cool
Another grand, you can have my stool
Whelp I gotta run
We gonna have fun, c’mon c’mon y’all

I’m whiny, whiny
God I sound really whiny
Everyone wants to kill me with a chainsaw, chainsaw
Whiny, whiny
Gittin REALLY whiny
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to my song’s end

Vomit ing vomit ing (yeah!)
Wallop ing wallop ing (yeah!)
Die! Die! Die! Die!
Lookin’ for a way to make it end

I’m whiny, whiny
God I sound really whiny
Everyone wants to stab me with a steak knife, steak knife
Whiny, whiny
Gittin REALLY whiny
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to my song’s end

Slaughter ing Slaughter ing (yeah!)
Murder ing murder ing (yeah!)
Die! Die! Die! Die!
Lookin’ for to make this song end