Natalie Portman - Natalie s 2nd rap lyrics

We’re here today with film star Natalie Portman. Now, Natalie, the last time you were here, I heard things got a little out of control. (Natalie Portman – Natalie s 2nd rap) Yeah, well, I was going through a really weird time then. But… I’ve matured a lot. Why don’t you fill us in on what it’s like to be you? Okay, ya bish. I’m sorry, what? Yeah.. Portman, Portman, Portman, Portman, Portman, Portman f*cked your husband and his best friend just for sport, man You know it’s clickbait, clickbait, clickbait Put a dil*o on a switchblade, switchblade, switchblade (Woo!) Xannies dissolving in my Pinot My man dance but he’s not a ballerino Yeah, he twinkle his toes, but he give me good D, though Wrap a good burrito Tide Pods only f*cking thing I snack on Blackout and go motherf*cking Black Swan Brain gone off the f*cking Ayahuasca, boy Tell your tourist parents I’ma turn you to a foster boy. Wow, I gotta say it seems like you’re almost exactly the same but with current references. Untrue. I’m a mother now. It’s really changed my perspective. And do you find it difficult juggling kids and a career? You can juggle these nuts. What? I don’t dance now, I make mommy moves When I gave birth, I didn’t even push I was blazed out, smoking bomb kush And when my water broke, you know it drowned the doctor They say I’m s*x-positive Hell yeah, I’m positive That you’re going down while I’m bumping “My Prerogative” Tell me why Ha. I guess I’m showing my age Now bend over and spread them because you about to get raped. Fascinating stuff. Now I have to ask, Natalie, have you seen the new Star Wars movies? No. Oh, well they’re really good! They’re much better than.. Better than what? …s**t Say something ’bout the motherf*cking prequels, b***h! (They were good!) Say something f*cking nice about Jar-Jar Binks (He’s tall?) Now kiss him right on his seventeen dicks (What???) While I sit dead on your face and take a s**t. Oh, Natalie… (Yeah?) Please come meet your baby He cries himself to sleep every night (That little s**t ain’t mine!) Oh, Natalie… (What?) It’s been twelve long years And I’m seven days sober, I swear on his life! (You’re a mess, Carl.) Okay, well, that’s all the time we have. Natalie, one last question—do you think those “Time’s Up” pins have had the impact that you were hoping for? AH! How’s that for impact? Well, actually – oh, nooooo… No more questionsss.