Mark Batson - We Made You lyrics

[Intro] Guess who? D'you miss me? Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus! [Hook: Charmagne Tripp] When you walked through the door It was clear to me You're the one they adore Who they came to see You're a rock star Everybody wants you, player Who can really blame you? We're the ones who made you [Verse 1] Ahem, back by popular demand Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand? How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand? Well, look at all the ma**ive ma**es in the stands "Shady, man, no, don't ma**acre the fans!" Damn, I think Kim Kardashian's a man She stomped him, just ‘cause he asked to put his hands On her ma**ive gluteus maximus again Squeeze it and squish it, then pa** it to a friend Can he come back as nasty as he can? Yes, he can-can; don't ask me this again He does not mean to lesbians offend But Lindsay, please come back to seeing men Samantha's a 2; you're practically a 10 I know you want me, girl In fact, I see you grin; now come in, girl! [Hook: Charmagne Tripp] When you walked through the door It was clear to me You're the one they adore Who they came to see You're a rock star Everybody wants you, player Who can really blame you? We're the ones who made you [Verse 2] The enforcer, looking for more women to torture Walk up to the cutest girl and Charlie-horse her Sorry, Portia, but what's Ellen DeGeneres Have that I don't? Are you telling me tenderness? Well, I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman Give me my Ventolin inhaler, and two Xenadrine And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend! Brit, forget K-Fed, let's cut off the middleman Forget him or you're gonna end up in the hospital again And this time it won't be for the Ritalin binge Forget them other men, girl, pay them little attention And little did I mention that Jennifer's in Love with me, John Mayer, so sit on the bench Man, I swear them other guys, you give 'em an inch They take a mile; they got style, but it isn't Slim's [Hook: Charmagne Tripp] When you walked through the door It was clear to me You're the one they adore Who they came to see You're a rock star Everybody wants you, player Who can really blame you? We're the ones who made you [Pre-Verse: Eminem] And that's why, my love You'll never live without I know you want me girl ‘Cause I can see you're checking me out And baby, you know You know you want me too Don't try to deny it, baby I'm the only one for you (*fart*) [Verse 3] Damn, girl, I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa Why should I wash my filthy mouth out? You think that's bad, you should hear the rest of my album Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but Jessica Alba put her breasts on my mouth (blup!) Wowzers! I just made a mess in my trousers And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis "Lord, help us, he's back in his pink Alf shirt Looking like someone shrinked his outfit!" I think he's 'bout to flip, Jessica Rest a**ured Superman's here to rescue ya Can you blame me? You're my Amy, I'm your Blake Matter of fact, bake me a birthday cake With a saw blade in it to make my jailbreak Baby, I think you just met your soulmate Now break it down, girl When you walked through the door It was clear to me You're the one they adore Who they came to see You're a rock star Everybody wants you, player Who can really blame you? We're the ones who made you So Baby get down down down down So Baby get down down down down So Baby get down down down down So Baby get down down down down So Baby get down down down down So Baby get down down down down So Baby get down down down down So Baby get down down get down [Outro] Amy! Rehab never looked so good! I can't wait, I'm going back Ha ha, woo! Dr. Dre! 2020!