Schaffer The Darklord - f** This Song lyrics

[Intro] Come on clap Clap Everybody clap Come on Now clap Just like that Now stop that clapping I will start rapping [Bridge] f** this f** that f** me f** you f** everyone here And everybody else too f** goth f** face f** all night long f** everything everywhere And f** this song [Verse 1] (Schäffer the Darklord goes) f**ity f**ity f**ing mother fa duckity It s**s how some f**ers make Such a fuss when they f** with me And it s**s how this f**ing word f** Seems to be stuck to me Luckily the company I keep doesn't care Everywhere and anywhere Everybody swears when their Little middle fingers wiggle up in the air Dare me not to use it dude And I will lose a dare Cause I struggle with it's usage Every time that I write rhymes Times I abuse it, but try as I might my Little f-word is heard It bites my a** I fight it back Alas it wins And then it slips right in And begins to blend in Filling syllables in And if it offends and Or if in the end I defend its intent Then I'll get different friends Come on [Chorus] (Schäffer the Darklord goes) Banana rama Alabama Hanna Barbera and a (then the Black Box goes) f** this song I'm so embarra**ed (Schäffer the Darklord goes) Idiots listen to this American era and a (then the Black Box goes) f** this song I'm so embarra**ed [Verse 2] When a hot David Famous beat drops I'm on it And when I'm in a house that house is haunted And when I'm on the roof that roof is on fire And every time I do tell the truth I sound like a liar So f** it f** this song and f** me Let me hear you all say f** S.T.D (f** S.T.D.) Yes you understand And in case I haven't mentioned it f** you and your band If you see kay Tell her I say hey And then tell her she should stay the hell away today And if kay takes offense to this then just say I'm sorry kay I guess that this just isn't your day Any person heard cursin' so much it's absurd It's worse than any jerk Referrin' to himself in third person Take it from Schäffer Cause he's a nerd and he's certain That dirty words are for the birds This verse was terse then! [Chorus] (Schäffer the Darklord goes) Banana rama Alabama Hanna Barbera and a (then the Black Box goes) f** this song I'm so embarra**ed (Schäffer the Darklord goes) Idiots listen to this American era and a (then the Black Box goes) f** this song I'm so embarra**ed [Bridge] f** this f** chris f** me f** you f** everyone here And everybody else too f** goth f** face f** all night long f** everything everywhere And f** this song [Verse 3] This word is most often a verb when it's mentioned But it's a f**ing awesome adverb in this sentence Every then and now found as a put down, noun Or even as an adjective as in "you f**ing clown" Wow this number's runnin' now and how And it's somethin' about nothin' 'cept f**in' and now I see why this trap happens so often and time And why half of all rappers how fast that they rhyme And I find That my cousins use cousin and stuffin' Fluffin' up some f**ed up Huffin' and puffin' about nothin' Under unintelligible mumbling And this bumbling f**ery gets So redundant and insulting Consumers are stupid, goofy, gullible vultures With I-pods and my god Why does pop culture Even get to have a status as a culture at all? What pa**es for subversive has nerve but no balls And you know what I find funny? Monkeys Know what's even funnier? The phrase: f**in' monkeys Utter it with me f**ers! Say it f**in' monkeys! It's fun huh? You're a bunch of f**in' monkeys f**in' monkeys Monkey f** a bunch of mother f**in' mothers But some others monkeys f** each other Under one another If you wanna f** a monkey lover Give us a kiss Man i'm f**ed if I want a radio edit of this Come on [Chorus] X 2 (Schäffer the Darklord goes) Banana rama Alabama Hanna Barbera and uh (then the Black Box goes) f** this song I'm so embarra**ed (Schäffer the Darklord goes) Idiots listen to this American era and uh (then the Black Box goes) f** this song I'm so embarra**ed fu*k!