Princess Superstar - Trouble Lyrics
Hold your breath when you see me walking byI'm obsessed with movies, like Barbed Wire throw a stiletto in ya eyeI confess I'm like Jesse James in an Ames parking lotHave humorous fun pullin numerous guns on consumers (Run!)Your man-freaked that, I told John- Get BackBroke your 8Track A-Dats stole your Kit KatsGrab your fanny pack and gagged you with a six pack a six White Castle sackDrip wax in your office fax changed a few facts in your contractYour advance is axed and A & R is gonna write all ya new tracksI'm on the dole with mad loot sellin bootlegs of poor artistsGot two legs to work but I beg for change to drink BacardisHearty meals got these Hardy Boys hard then taught Nancy Drew and her dogHow to jerk off and how to steal from drug dealersAhh enough of this I killed SnuffalufagusWith pills and made a snuff film to prove to Big Bird he exists (See he is real!)I'm ill cant deal with mere mortalsGot a portal in my knee to beam me to a balance beam but I just drank 3 Jim BeamsMy Olympic team is gonna scream at me, is it my turn? I gotta peeI'm 14 but haven't grown since I was threeGet my kicks feedin drinks to kids in rehab clinksMinx took Pink to my sink and used her hair die to die my minksTattoo inks with Ajax I highjacked Pat SajakSent him back to Wheel of Fortune with a bad limp and a crack habitSilly rabbit this song is for kids, the way the messed up system isIf I was a black man I'd be up on a 8 year bidId ego you know I wish I owned those, but I sold em to buy nice speakers(What kind?) BoseTrouble-We like it like thatTrouble capital T stands for me punchin ya tummy cover you with honey and antsFatal Attraction boil a bunny while I breakdanceFart in my hotpants in a crowded theatre at Sundance (must have been the hot ranch)So let's dance because I killed Bowie's wife with a bowie knifeC'mon mon it was Iman and man Bowie's my man gimme one more nightI just upchucked my pills and Tom Collins on Phil Collins, I mean Phil it was just a spill-chillBad upbringing I made Jerry's kids phone stop ringingI'm only kiddin with this sick singing I'm just givin what this track's bringinTrouble I'm not subtle I need more air so I popped that kid and stole his bubbleStuck him in some double Tupperware, A clean death inject ya with Crest and crystal methObsessed with my own breasts won't look at you so don't get undressed for sexI guess I'm on a rampage for underage idolsDid Malcolm's bro in the middle and little Kenny with subtitlesI strike quick like the emperor not the right temperature and I think it's too easy to make funof 98 DegreesAnd now that you mention it Britney, Christina, and Nsync-Why even bother, we'll all be gone by next week
