I Hope You Die (I Really Mean It)

(No autographs, no autographs all right, no autographs) Bow down before your false Gods (fuck that) A lot of ya’ll harvest some real hatred for motherfucking celebrities out there, know what I’m sayin’? Ya’ll ain’t got the balls to say it I’m gonna say it for ya’ll, fuck that! This is me uncensored, just let me vent this Everything I’m ‘bout to say to ya’ll I hope Ben Affleck goes Patrick Bateman And cuts J-Lo’s ass off (I really mean it) I hope Madonna’s killed by Palestinians On webcam in front of millions (ha, ha, ha) I wish the real world was like Vice City So we could start shootin’ cops I want to squeeze some tits I want a thousand Pits So I could fight them at the same time, bitch! I hope Chris Palko fucks Gwyneth Paltrow Then tells her what a slut she is (ha, slut) I hope Kobe goes to jail for the rest of his life And Shaq fucks his wife (ha, ha) I hope Mike Tyson kills Lennox Lewis But not in the ring, in his house With a knife I know ya’ll tired of these mildly talented false Gods And if this shit comes back to me, I don’t give a fuck! I hope Christopher Reeves walks again… Nah, matter of fact, I don’t I hope The Matrix 3 flops And Martha Stewart’s shanked in prison And bleeds out her box I hope John Travolta’s plane crashes into Oprah And Ricki Lake is killed by a cobra I hope every kid that downloads my music Gets a virus and a subpoena (mom!) I want to see Tony Soprano get whacked Then James Gandolfini have a fucking heart attack I hope Gary Coleman makes a comeback And each one of my ex’s marries a scumbag I hope Bruce Willis butcher Ashton Kutcher And tell the world that his ex-wife’s a hooker I hope each one of my enemies catches Aids or cancer And Rosie O’Donnell’s mauled by a panther I hope her titty twitches I hope each one of ‘em Sex and the City bitches Wind up with fifty stitches After their autopsy, I’ll be getting zooted I hope the whole cast of Friends is executed I want to see the red carpet red from BLOOD (word) (Oh, take me my picture!) Yeah I hope they take your picture On the fucking coroner table, bitch! Don’t look at me with your mouth open, bitch Unless your stupid ass is choking to death I want to see the Hilton sisters abducted by drifters And wake up with oozing blisters Just keep it in perspective I hope Anna Nicole Smith’s tits rupture and get infected Help me count the losses (I hope that) Schwarzenegger elected and assassinated first day in office Let’s hope Harrison Ford’s stamina folds And he collapse before they make Indiana Four Fuck the bloopers George Lucas murdered on the set like Brandon Lee but shot by Storm Troopers Let’s hope Michael Jackson spends his last million Goes bankrupt, and is killed by his children I hope the US takes over the globe So I could tell conspiracy heads “I told you so”