No Talent

No Talent

Pinpoint a flapjack,
Throw it down the stairs,
Hardly a bit of sense,
But no one really cares.
Sodomize a pollywog,
Just screw it 'til it's dead,
This song sounds great,
Despite the lyrics,
If I can get it in your head.

It's all about the snappy,
It's gotta have the pop.
Make your head move side to side,
Your body wanna hop.
If you feel the music,
And it makes you wanna go,
Then let me "crank dat Soulja Boy",
And "supah soak dat hoe".

Writing don't take talent,
It's all about the beat,
I've gotta find the right equation,
To make you move your feet.
So get out on the dance floor,
Try to shake that rump,
I wanna play a song,
That will make that body bump.

So bump left,
Bump right,
You can do it all night,
Move your body on the floor,
Make it move just right.
To the sounds of my beat,
Getcha movin' those feet,
Cuz it takes no skill,
Havin' talent is a treat.

Strange thing about lyrics,
Ya don't know what they mean,
And the crtics only care,
If they're dirty or they're clean,
So spiderman a chicken,
Slam it in a door,
I don't care if you mean it,
Bump it on the floor.
Supernova blowing,
Get a grip on a stump,
I wanna play a song,
That will make that body bump.

So bump left,
Bump right,
You can do it all night,
Move your body on the floor,
Make it move just right.
To the sounds of my beat,
Getcha movin' those feet,
Cuz it takes no skill,
Havin' talent is a treat.

Pumpernickle, y'all.
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Sucka!!