I Keed lyrics

[Intro]
I thought my CD was done,
But that`s not what they say
Do an insult track,
We need it for radio play

[Verse One]
American Idol, that`s what I look for,
In the poop section of my local record store.
Ruben or Clay, oh which one should I pick,
It`s like choosing which puddle of vomit to lick.
And when I want something even more fruity and fit,
I look up N for NSYNC or T for Timberlake.
So many skills Justin`s making a buck at,
Does he rap, does he sing, he doesn`t know what to suck at!
Now as for the bitches, lets give Britney thanks,
For the face that launched a million preteen skanks.
You were a virgin, that had to be hard,
You had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard.

[Chorus]
I Keed, I Keed
He`s just making little jokes,
I joke with you,
Little dog, Little jokes,
I Keed, I Keed,
He`s just making little jokes,
and your a good actress too.

[Verse Two]
Now lets go to Walmart,
Where they won`t sell me CD,
Those company`s nuts are in a jar in aisle three.
But you can see Christina in all her sluthood
It`s like watching porn but the music`s not as good.
I want to stuff my TV`s crotch with a dollar
Still I would hump you if I could wear my flea collar.
You`re looser than my poop after eating honeydew,
Only 50 cents can flunk more than you!
And yet you`re too old for Fred Durst to desire,
He`s checking out the cast of Lizzie McGuire
Soon Fred will try to get Mandy Moore,
To open for him and I don`t mean on tour!
You`re not the first person for R Kelly
His video`s premiere in the LAPD.
I believe they set up an innocent guy.
You know what K
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