| Lyrics: | This is dedicated to you Ben Stiller,
You are my favorite mother fucker.
I told you, didn't
I?
Drama makes the world go around. (go around)
Does anybody got the problem with that?
(yeah)
My business, is my bussiness, who's guilty?
Can I get a witness?
First thing
first
The chocolate starfish is my man Fred Durst.
Access Hollywood liscenced to kill
A
redneck fucker from Jacksonville.
Bringning on the dumbster funk
A microphone machete in the
back of my trunk.
Rockin' so steady with the he-says she-says,
And don't forget about the
starfish navigation system.
Don't hate me, I'm just an alien
With 37 tons of new
millenium.
Dum-Di-Di-Dum, where's it coming from?
Miss Aguiliera, come and get some.
Oh
no, which way to go?
To the dance floor, It's on my stereo.
Pay me no mind
I've seen the
Fight Club about 28 times.
And I'ma keep my pants saggin`
Keep the skateboard, a spray can
for the taggin`
And I'ma keep a lot of girls in my band wagon,
Cause I don't give a
fuck..
Living life in the fast lane
I'm just a crazy mother fucker livin' it up
Not
giving a fuck
Living life in the fast lane
Another crazy mother fucker livin' it up
Not
giving a fuck in the fast lane
Take two (ooo-wa!)
Now who's the starsucker?
I'm the
starfish, you silly mother fucker
The puff puff give, the marijuana cig
Oops, I don't even
smoke but I love the way it smells
Give a toast to the females, sippin' lung champagne from a
sea shell
I think I counterfeit
Then pop his ass like a zit
With the starfish navigation
system.
No cheap thrills, Baby
Fill a briefcase with 3 dollar billz
I'm just an ordinary
run of the mill-acap |
