Princess Superstar - Trouble lyrics

*Movie intro* [Verse One] Hold your breath when you see me walking by I'm obsessed with movies, like Barbed Wire throw a stiletto in ya eye I confess I'm like Jesse James in an Ames parking lot Have humorous fun pullin numerous guns on consumers (Run!) Your man-freaked that, I told John- Get Back Broke your 8Track A-Dats stole your Kit Kats Grab your fanny pack and gagged you with a six pack a six White Castle sack Drip wax in your office fax changed a few facts in your contract Your advance is axed and A & R is gonna write all ya new tracks I'm on the dole with mad loot sellin bootlegs of poor artists Got two legs to work but I beg for change to drink Bacardis Hearty meals got these Hardy Boys hard then taught Nancy Drew and her dog How to jerk off and how to steal from drug dealers Ahh enough of this I k**ed Snuffaluf*gus With pills and made a snuff film To prove to Big Bird he exists (See he is real!) I'm ill can't deal with mere mortals Got a portal in my knee to beam me To a balance beam but I just drank 3 Jim Beams My Olympic team is gonna scream at me, is it my turn? I gotta pee I'm 14 but haven't grown since I was three Get my kicks feedin drinks to kids in rehab clinks Minx took Pink to my sink and used her hair die to die my minks Tattoo inks with Ajax I highjacked Pat Sajak Sent him back to Wheel of Fortune with a bad limp and a crack habit Silly rabbit this song is for kids, the way the messed up system is If I was a black man I'd be up on a 8 year bid Id ego you know I wish I owned those But I sold em to buy nice speakers (What kind?) Bose [Hook] Trouble-We like it like that [Verse Two] Trouble capital T stands for me Punchin ya tummy cover you with honey and ants Fatal Attraction boil a bunny while I breakdance Fart in my hotpants in a crowded theatre at Sundance (must have been the hot ranch) So let's dance because I k**ed Bowie's wife with a bowie knife C'mon mon it was Iman and man Bowie's my man gimme one more night I just upchucked my pills and Tom Collins On Phil Collins, I mean Phil it was just a spill-chill Bad upbringing I made Jerry's kids phone stop ringing I'm only kiddin with this sick singing I'm just givin what this track's bringin Trouble I'm not subtle I need more air So I popped that kid and stole his bubble Stuck him in some double Tupperware A clean d**h inject ya with Crest and crystal meth Obsessed with my own breasts Won't look at you so don't get undressed for s** I guess I'm on a rampage for underage idols Did Malcolm's bro in the middle and little Kenny with subtitles I strike quick like the emperor not the right temperature and I think it's too easy to make fun of 98 Degrees And now that you mention it Britney, Christina, and N'sync Why even bother, we'll all be gone by next week [Repeat Hook To Fade]