You should realize that real eyes idolize my idol eyes,
Try and hit me below the belt until I get that title prize,
My high horse, has potty mouth, where the bridle lies,
I gave him the Koran once, and a fuckin Bible twice,
He rides past all girls, crossed a tease and capitalized,
And titty fucked, witty ducks, with breasts apple sized,
And I got four fathers, that were never fore fathers,
They're all alcoholics, in the world that four more martyrs,
Their poor daughters, are grown, and they poor waters,
In white T-shirts, so i might see flirts in tight knee skirts,
Tell who I found in a River in Phoenix, it was River Phoenix,
In his asshole, was a whole asshole and withered three dicks,
Saw his Brother walking, drunk courting Jennette McCurdy,
I (court her) knowing shes a dime, I make her wet 'n flirty,
I met her early, so we could menaj' with Ariana Grande,
Marry on Sunday, carry on Monday, get Katy Perry on one day,
I'm back cocksuckers