I pull my pants up to the sky way too goddamn
High
Pit bulge to the side (the left side)
I look like a suited thumb
Wow, he really does
But I am paid by everyone (sellout life)
Oil of Olay
Coca Cola
Pam Spray
Flesh Light
Pepsi Cola
Walmart
Bud Light
RC Cola
Target
Kroger and now Fifa
Wooooowooooo!
Writing lyrics is tough
So I list cities
LA
Miami
New York
Cincinnati
Moscow
Where are we now?
Brazil
I always have gla**es over my eyes because
They're crossed as hell
My songs take zero talent to make
Repeat the same five words, steal beats, yell dale
If that's too hard, too hard, mumble in Spanish
And make sure that your arms move, arms move
Like this
When I go to the library I look at pictures of
Kittens see this way
No one knows
What you are saying! I call myself Mr. Worldwide
To give myself false pride and also Mr. 305
But those are both lies
Time to confess where I come from
No one cares where from
I am Dr. Evil's son
Love you dad
Love you too son
Jenny! Dale
Gotta get back in the spotlight
Two cheeks one bu*t and a million pounds
This a** has worked so damn hard
Screwed all the stars to get where I'm at now
Singing this song in Brazil about the NFL
(Bloody Hell!)
Should have hired Shakira this s**s compared to
Waka Waka
Random soccer clips
But it looks like sh**
Wait, I thought this was bout tennis
(I can't believe this! Why did I hire these
Dipsh**s?)
Sellout life
Dale
Man?
Woman?
Wrong, a transvestite
If you come to Brazil you will die
Why am I here?
I'm the only Brazilian star
Dumb enough to work with these idiots
Pitbull and J-lo this song s**s
What you mean it s**s?
We paid you fifty million bucks
Wasn't enough
To make an anthem for World Cup
What the hell's World Cup?
But you don't mention World Cup once!
But I said dale a bunch
You made the sport look so damn bad that we
Have lost all of our fans
Don't worry I can win them back by playing this
Horn with my a**
Holly sh**!