(Spoken intro) Practically every great leader was a man whose achievements were largely inspired by a woman. When things get tough -- And you can count on it, they will -- You may be deserted by what you thought were friends. But if you've got a good woman, you'll never be alone (Sung) When I was young, I used to wait On mass'r, and hand him his plate And pass the bottle when he got dry And brush away the blues... (MC Paul Barman) A little goon in a locker room Rat-tails, the octoroon 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 Anheuser 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 (Princess Superstar) Thanks for inviting me over Let me look around Ooo, the bed post, stacked billfolds Back to back to black dildos Nice hit, 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 Singing 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 chedda' lyin' around this place to fix up my tits As if I needed it... (MCPB) Conchetta please! If you see any chedda', It's cheddar 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 sacre bleu (PS) I can speak French too Suck my nuh-nuh, French my cunt Comprenez-vous? Look Pepe Le Pew Let's cut to the denouement 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 I 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 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 Craft I wanna put on a serrated condom and saw you in half (PS) My knees are weak, I need knee-pads You fucked me blind, I can't see, dag! Run me a hot bath add the epsom salt Soak my lower half from your Mortal Kombat cock assault 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? (MCPB) I woke up sticky And quickly applied a temporary tattoo to a hickey Went to salt and shake her awake With orange juice and strong 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 fucking satellite (MCPB) Lady, one more complaint And I'll shove a rape-whistle up the Mrs. Va-jay-jay (PS) What'd you say?!?! Listen Slim Shay-day, tell Dre he better fuckin' pay me (MCPB) Your talents are bite-sized It's no surprise 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 mediocre crawl stroke back to shore Who's next to flirt with this exhausting extrovert? I parted some palm fronds Guess who lent 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." (Sung) The pony run He jump He pitch He threw my mass'r in a ditch He died and the jury wondered why. The verdict was the blue tailed fly. (Spoken) MC Paul Barman (Interviewer) Tell em what you came here to do. (MCPB) Came here to make the coolest Funniest smartest songs With Prince Paul (Interviewer) You havin' fun? (MCPB) No, 'cause it's over.