Earache My Eye

Dun nun nun, dun nun nun, dun dun dun My mama's talkin' to me Try to tell me how to live But I don't listen to her 'Cause my head is like a sieve My daddy, he disowned me 'Cause I wear my sisters clothes He caught me in the bathroom With a pair of pantyhose My basketball coach, He done kick me off the team For wearing high heel sneakers And acting like a queen Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree Gonna tie my pecker to a tree Gonna tie his pecker to a tree Get your boogie on Go head The earth is coming to an end And I don't give a damn As long as I have my bitch Oh and my fly gear It don't bother me If people think I'm funny 'Cause I'm a big rock star And I'm makin' lots of money Money! money! money! money Are you talking pesos? Money, ka-ching! ka-ching Ha ha ha ha ha ha Lots of money(x3) I'm so bloody rich Lots of money Lots of muthafuckin' money I get rich Ha ha ha ha ha ha I own shopping centers, and parking lots And stars, and all that shit Ha ha ha ha ha ha I own you! ha! you too! you three For me, hee hee, hoh hoh Get your groove on Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower More groovin', slow that shit down crazy slow Come on, death, right here, slow, ah Don't give a fuck, break it out You even know boy George is on heroin We don't give a fuck Rick James is in the crack house I'm f****n' paying, that's all that matters Ha, ha, ha, ha, ahh, ha, ha, ha! The bomb is a fuckin in the house Loco! ooooh ahhh oooo Gimme some Ha ha ha ha ha ha ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By THOMAS CHONG, RICHARD MARIN, GAYE DELORNE Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group