No Name

[Verse 1] If you driving by my house and see me in my front lawn And you run me over, do you know what you have just done? You just hit a shooting star before he even got far Into the game so now he's splattered on your car Among the stars? It's like driving a spaceship through my yard And when I try to buy the alcohol they ask me for a card So I pull out my piece and say, "We can do this the hard way." And then the same thing is what they always say "Just take your shit and go so that I can get on with my day." Motherfucker didn't even make me pay And know what? I'm taking the side of Kanye Over that grudge and so-called controver-say Between Taylor's fans and that monster man People need to see that Swift ain't got no singing gift And while I'm on that note, how about that Justin Bieber Bitches say he beautiful even though his head hairy as a beaver And that little faggot ain't hot unless he got a fever Then when I go on Google and I search for shooting stars I get all these pages talking about Bruno Mars I think all these sites must be blind Cause they ain't even looking at what exactly they implying Cause I got a whole different list of stars in my mind How about B.o.B. with his fucking airplanes And I liked Eminem in Relapse even though he was insane Even though he so icy, I love that Gucci Mane And most of you don't need a reason for this one, Lil' Wayne And back to me, you about to get a big scare If you see my ball hair Cause it's all so big down there You'll think it is my peter But that ain't my wang My dick way bigger than that thing On a double-direction highway, my dick would cover two lanes Standing on the ground I think I could hit airplanes and [Hook] I wanna be a star and I want an expensive car and I want all my chicks to be hot Even though you all out there are not and I need a man with a plan to Get me started in the game, but Who'd tell a white boy with no name that They think I could gain some fame, man I wouldn't [Verse 2] About to be like Autobots and roll out Like an astronaut and space out Like your headphones, just blow out Like a megaphone and call out Like Sprint phone service, just drop out Like a flasher, be all balls out And it's trick to rock a rhyme But it ain't no trick when I'm rocking mine What's yours is yours, what's mine is mine So don't try to say that I stole your line When I wrote every single one as my own You don't know what the fuck that I'm on But yo' bitch on my dick cause it's long I bet you wish that you were this hung So many cars, I got a full parking lot My driveway should've been a highway, do you got it? My dick's big as a baseball bat, but it's still just A-Rod It may be a lowercase G, but these women still call me a god For anyone to like you, you'd have to get a lot of mod-ifications to your wallet and your johnson McDonald's for Valentine's? You don't live in Arkansas, son And you know your dick too small when she don't have to open her jaw, son But back to me [Hook] [Verse 3] If you take my honey and say it's from your bees Well, your bees? I'm thinking Arby's, bitch You always seem to be covered in fleas And holding onto your balls just like a lot of golf tees I never go to sleep, I'm always fucking with my Z's "You're welcome," "Thank you," "Excuse me," and, "Please." Please don't expect me to ever be using these, thank you And you're welcome, but excuse me, you're losing I'm going Charlie Sheen and I just always be winning Might as well just kill yourself like you are a lemming Married to the life, you ain't invited to the wedding I never shit myself but I'm wetting the bedding With the bitches next to me always getting ready But I say, "Later!" Then I'm playing cards with my credit Don't matter if I win or lose cause I'm always gonna get it Going on vacation and my dick wanna come, but I won't let it Because if I do that, then I have a chance to at any second Be told that I'm a father and I don't want to bother With a kid at the moment, but they're missing the crucial component Because my sperm can't reach when her tubes twisted like a pretzel Blooming money from my pocket like an onion petal My paint is drying on the wall but it go hard like heavy metal Pilgrims met the Indians but didn't settle with their settlement I don't know what that meant But I'm gonna blast into space where the laws of gravity are bent because [Bridge] I'm making my name heard today Straight up to the top cause I'm not gay I won't be full of waste like an ashtray Keeping it crisp cause I am Frito-Lay [Hook]