World Council Entertainment Dicktatorship

Well, back to my report In case you were bored Check out what's happening now, wow! Superstar had achieved a monopoly on popularity All over, celebrities fell off like gravity Gradually, she savagely took over the industry A mystery, other celebs total history Nobody could squeeze under the kill board charts To the non-variety pages, so voracious, ten thousand spots on the a-list She had successfully become the only one famous Every magazine cover was of her Every act on every show was her or one of her clones She was the newscaster at the site of every disaster Every studio and record label actor She was the only celebrity cook, the only celebrity crook Everybody's 15 minutes she took Flashing the trademark look, she said it was time to wipe out famous authors "I'm gonna start writing books" Well, lots of stoppers tried to stop her When murder on one of the duplicants succeeded She just went back to Dolly to replace what she needed If there was a problem, superstar could beat it But then came the world entertainment council dictatorship Filled with cliques, cons, tricks, distribution lots Head trips, jump off trend tips, plastic tits, what a bitch The council reported the rest of the artists in the world weren't too happy "Not my fault, they're crappy" She mused that she drank the daiquiri at Dolly's factory casually "I'm gonna send those men packing" "They think they can invade my life and mess with me like I'm an Iraqi" Snapping, she realised she had to pay these men a percent Otherwise, they'd go to the useless government And tell about Dolly, the duplicants and the vent "Please, I ain't goin' into debt If I gotta pay off these fools, I'll tell you what Point 001 percent cut, you don't like it? Kiss my butt You think that offer sucks? Shut up, you got any other artists in this world, wha"? Happy to keep up with the changing celebrity market Which was comprised only of her The world entertainment council dictatorship got off And superstar and her clones had the world in their pocket Her plan was perfect, no one could stop it She wasn't just a star, she was outer space and the rocket She just wanted more, more, more, yeah, now you're talkin' I hear reality shows are all the rage Let's put five duplicants together in a cage Put ten of me trapped on an island in Thailand And viewers can buy them food or if they don't, they die then Or a plastic surgery reality show Take seven duplicants and make 'em into old celebs that people used to know Like Marilyn Monroe, Cameo, Van Gogh, Jackie O, Anna Nicole Put them under the knife, but once they're transformed they must die Why? I'm the only celebrity allowed on this planet, me, myself and I