MTV Get Off the Air, Part 2

MC Paul Barman

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    [MCPB]
    A little goon
    in a locker room
    rat-tails the octaroon
    He'll be drinking vodka soon
    and his big brothers are frat guys
    whose IQs lose to their fitted baseball hat size
    Smirkin' jocks with hackysacks
    in Birkenstocks and khaki slacks
    I'm the hypest lyricist
    while they're like, "What type of beer is this?"
    The liquid is ubiquitous
    and has such a hold
    on all the strata, it's just got to be
    government-controlled
    Behind the bottle and the throne
    sits an unknown man wiser
    and bigger for the liquor store
    the number one franchiser
    Perhaps George Bush and his sons
    are relatives of Anheiser

    I wanted to get in a pooper hole one day
    so I invited girls over on Super Bowl Sunday
    only one showed up: Princess Superstar

    [PS]
    Thanks for inviting me over
    let me look around the bed post
    (bad dill folds?) back to back black dildos
    nice kit kudos
    pass the cool ranch doritos
    I love nachos
    put on Fat Joe
    naw, that really sucks, let's put on the Beatles
    Yo, let's check the half time show
    I hope it's Michael Jackson
    singin Satisfaction with Hanson
    or Luther Vandross in a sparkling costume
    with big pants dancin
    or maybe I saw that in a Bud Light commercial
    speakin' of which, give this bitch
    a drink quick to wet my lips
    you got enough cheddar lyin' around this place to
    fix
    up my tits
    as if I need it...

    [MCPB]
    Conchetta please!
    If you see any chedda'
    it's chedda cheese
    I'm easily great
    I don't need to be in some sort of Ken Kesey state
    to create something you can appreciate

    [PS] Who are you talkin to?
    [MCPB] Makin you draw conclusions
    and superficial distinctions make you go sacreu bleu

    [PS]
    I can speak French too
    suck my nuh-nuh
    french my cunt
    comprande voux?
    Look Pepe Le Pieux
    let's cut to the (de nu-mon?)
    you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you
    so it's on.

    [MCPB]
    Can I chime in?
    I'll still be rhymin'
    when I'm in your hymen
    I radiate like it was '88
    and I'm searching for my lady mate
    I'm a hunter-gatherer
    a cunter-latherer
    My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice
    granny's panties moist

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    I do the new when the tried and true fails
    plus I'm lookin' fly in my sky blue tails
    Now peel off your tube top
    so I can feel your boobs flop on my lubed cock
    socks up to your calf like a chick from the (craff?)
    I wanna put on a serated condom and saw you in half

    [PS]
    My knees are weak, I need knee-pads
    you fuck me blind, I can't see, dag!
    run me a hot bath add the epsom salt
    soak my lower half in your Mortal Kombat cocktail sauce
    let me head south
    put it in my mouth
    cause I like the taste.

    [MCPB]
    When I burst in your face
    I'll invade your personal space

    [PS]
    I'm like Chase, stick your card in and out
    Thanks see, look how much stacks of cream are coming out

    [MCPB]
    I removed her sanitary napkin with my teeth
    and there was a planetary backspin underneath
    I faced her wound
    Let's do a pap smear with a taster spoon
    you can sleep on the guest cot
    I'll sleep in the wet spot

    (Singing)
    I'll be your boyfriend
    Smooch on your pooper hole
    all through the Super Bowl
    your man doesn't even miss you
    glued to the boob tube, watchya gonna do dude?

    I woke up sticky
    and quickly applied a temporary tattoo to a hickey
    went to salt and shake her awake
    with orange juice, a straw, and coffee cake
    after we had a bite,
    we pushed the canoe in the lake

    [PS] You don't paddle right
    [MCPB] Look, a shooting star!
    [PS] It's a fuckin satellite
    [MCPB] Lady, one more complaint
    and I'll shove a rape-whistle up the Mrs. Va-J-J
    (starts whistling)

    [PS]
    What'd you say?!?!
    Listen Slim Shay-day
    tell Dre he better fuckin pay may (me)
    (starts laughing)

    [MCPB]
    Your talents are bite-size
    it's no suprise you rhyme with white guys
    I jumped in the water
    what did I want a girlfriend for?
    Just like you, you jizz on your floor.
    I don't want sweet potatoes anymore
    I didn't even leave her an oar
    did a medium crawl stroke back to shore

    Who's next to flirt with this exhausting extrovert?
    I parted some (palm frawns?)
    Guess who left me dry long johns
    Uncle Ralph McDaniels
    He said "what's up Paul Nathaniel Barman
    let's get MTV off the air I deserve my own channel."

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