Focused AF

Walk in the party with my dick in my hand Then straight to the bathroom with my dick in my hand You wanna step up? I got the brick in my hand Then leave your ass face down with my dick in my hand I'm Mark McGwirey, buff not wirey Alex P. Keaton is who I admirey And I know that it's true, 'cause I read it in your diary Your spirit, your bat and your crotch, all fiery Bash Brothers, fast lovers We be fuckin' faster than chattering teeth Chattering teeth We're two little jackrabbits fuckin' in our cleats All you silly billy big ol' titty biddies Wanna see my willy-dilly, vibing me willy-nilly And we getting silly honeys but I don't mean silly funny Snow bunny, city bunny, even Ms. McGillicuddy And we're making silly money, while you play with silly putty Then I'm bashing with my buddy, and I'm bashing with my buddy Wearing fashion with my buddy, playing saxes with my buddy Snorting a relaxant while evading taxes with my buddy I'm a gladiator (I'm a gladiator) My body's a machine (my body's a machine) I hit home runs (I hit home runs) 'Cause I'm focused as fuck Where is the limit? (There are no limits) And what is the goal? (To make dad love me) To make dad love me (to make dad love me) To make dad finally love me I got 100 cardboard cutouts of Kathy Ireland all in one room I run through that shit naked Make 'em all watch me fuck myself with a broom Oh, Kathies, all my Kathies You're the only ones that know my pain And you're the only ones that see my shame Ay, yo, José, c'mon man, we're late for the game