Tom Green - My Bum Is On Ya Lips lyrics

My bum is on ya lips My bum is on ya lips And if you don't like it You can s** my dick I used to dress like superman, go downtown Run around like an a**hole, f**ing around I met on the street, he was sixty years old He wanted to fight, so he punched me in the nose 'Cause I asked him where he's going He said, 'none of your business' Snapped my mic in two, I said, 'what is this?' My bum is on ya lips My bum is on ya lips I humped a dead moose on MTV for kicks To make people freak out, s**ers react Eminem talked about it in my favorite rap I used to wake up my parents, then Bam stole it People dippin' in my bag of tricks, now they golden I won't be surprised if Johnny starts to rap But he'll do it in style, in a Von Dutch hat My bum is on ya lips My bum is on ya lips And if you get lucky, you can s** my dick (that's right) My bum is on ya lips My bum is on ya lips And if you don't like it, you can s** my dick I used to fall down in crutches, see what would happen Swam in the ocean with sharks, now I'm rappin' Executive tiers, they gravitate to the biz And if you don't like it, then you're shot like jizz So pay attention to the back, smile and shake And try to do something clever for goodness sake Like do aerobics with a bunch of old ladies And wear pink tights like it is the 1980's OK, not so clever, but good for a laugh I got stuck in handcuffs a couple times in the past I opened up a bank account, and now it's full I guess the critics and the media conceived the bull My bum is on ya lips My bum is on ya lips I used to act funny and talk a lot of sh** But then I moved to Hollywood and got conservative I didn't want to piss anyone off in the biz The media can chew you up like a machine But weebles wobble and they don't fall down, know what I mean? I used to have cancer, I just beat it You want to try to take me out? You'll be defeated I like to do things that have never been done So, if I look kind of strange, that's the reason My bum is on ya lips My bum is on ya lips And if you don't like it, I think I'll take a sh** My bum is on ya lips My bum is on ya lips And if you don't like it, you can s** my dick OK, I went to Japan. I put a monkey in my van Kicked off the subway by Charlie Chan Pocket full of chicken feed for the chickens Sat in my hotel, read some Chuck Dickens Then I came back to the USA I had a quickie rubber stamp divorce to celebrate I took a sh** in the toilet, then I took a drink Then I stopped worrying about what you think I put my face on the TV acting like a Jacka** You Kurt Russell, huh, you in my backdraft I'm glad you followed in my steps with that act Because not only did you bite me But now noone knows who's wackest My bum is on ya lips My bum is on ya lips And if you don't like it, I think I'll take a sh** My bum is on ya lips My bum is on ya lips And if you don't like it, you can s** my dick (hah)