There´s parts of me for you to love And there´s parts for you to hate But when you talk of who the greats
I really shouldn´t be so hard for you to rate ´Cause all I do is slaughter, mutilate So all of you can jump into the water if you wanna argue Ain´t no argument to make If I´m disputed, I´m a shark if you debate Went from rags to riches ´Cause I had the vision like a mathematician Add sarcasm with it Multiplied by a fraction of masochism You get Jack the Ripper back in business Stackin´ dishes on the backs of bitches´ Husbands, then attack the Mrs, if he moves a half an inch to Scratch an itch, and one dish smashes, that bitch gets it Bitch says she hasn´t listened To the pastors since back in Catechism
Isn´t Catholic, Christian But she worships my balls, she´s sack-religious Shout to Kathy Griffin Hold your head up, no, I meant the Bloody severed one of Trump you held up When you snapped the picture with it that you actually lifted