Anime Club

[Verse 1] Damn, bar #1's to narcissistic Next one better not be full of snarky women Shoulda known better than to barky-bark at bitches Just to boogie all night as iffin' Marky Mark was with him And since I got the bag of sparky off my system, well All the people that already called my barf ballistic gonna Crawl into a ball and weep Finally gettin' all of me Ripping off their headphones, like "Get this fucker offa me!" Kicking anuses in atheism's name and Entertaining homosapiens to gimmie fucking all your cheese Say that I'm a damien, but baby, I'm a savior of Rap music, lately, the arrangement's been the same with it Fate would have it that I'm placed into this habitat Isolated talent with no vice or hate, and that's a fact [pfft] Well, maybe not Always take it safely, guy Get behind the wheel and make sure he hit the breaks a lot [Chorus] So take a stand like a cowboy stand in the dusk And shake your pants like the fans got ants in their butts And play my jams like your damn strawberries are cut Forsake your plans, Dodge bullets, Mr. Anderson strutt Yo, I'll hand a cop a doobie if he'll hand me a dub To get the whole world movin' like a stereo sub So quit your damn not-a-fan big calamity stuff And check the trance in Japan, shit, it's... [Aw...] [Verse 2] Gotta blast, kid. Not a lotta class, and Shot a lotta sassy bodies in the back, cause I ain't putting up with any imposition from Little bitty city scum - miss the nitty gritty, huh? Pacifist, so he actually hit 'em with an idiom CD cost an arm, a leg, a titty, and a tibia Unstoppable. Kinda schemes Crocker pulled When you realize that Rocko's Modern was comperable No shit motherfucker, he's a faggot Cause he likes little ponies and baloney, he's a magnet See it and bag it, so suppose that he can tag it like What he spray his room with when he's baked - baguette Wait - no - stop me, I gotta stay sharp Gotta say shit to start shit, break through your heartstrings Tongue-lash artist, prepared to tear apart things Check it out, man, the Third Revelation is starting [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yo, mobbin in the mall with Pickles and the party Spit it sick as sardines Kick it with a hipster chick Hit her with a frickin' brick and stick her in the RV Bank with just that and a CD loaded with R&B ... But don't worry, I'm not mysogynist I'm just tired of sloppy kids opting for all this Flocka shit Shocking instrumentals kick the lyrics up a little bit Lookie there, it's time to say the song title, isn't it? [Chorus] And check the trance in Japan, shit, it's Anime Club Bitch