The Falcon - The Celebutard Chronicles lyrics

She's got the biggest tits. He's got the longest dick. And I get to read about it every week. You hear that s**ing sound? It's culture going down. Seaward with the C-words; submerged in sh** with dreams to drown. Baby, don't you want to throw it up now? Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown. This is my favorite ad I got on pay-per-view. The vacant b**h in the convertible reminds me of you. Oh baby. I'll watch my f**in' mouth the day it gets a date with Ashlee Simpson, or stars in ads from TRESemme. Is it the taste of vomit or the c**aine? All the flashing lights or trashy magazines? One thousand sunken eyes? The way she shows her thighs? The million f**ing dollars, the jet-skis, or the guys? How 'bout those f**ing aspirations? Aiming for the vacuous end. I wanna need that respiration. I wanna get some press for it.0 Press it on. Press it down. it's already up in my face now. Oh baby. I wanna see my name in lights. And throw up in my purse. And die. Hoo!