K155 M3, U Jack3d Up J3rk

¡Baje con los locos!

Why does the bad luck chase me around

And nip at my cuffs

Like a psychotic Japanese chihuahua

(Chi-wa-wa, chi-wa-wa, chi-wa-wa)

That's right, a chihuahua-wa-wa

What can I do?

I tried nasty little phrases

And repellent creams

Stole Mondale's bulletproof limousine

I wrote in lazy español

But I think she only speaks in jazz

(Como el Satchmo)

Da-boom-di-ba, dyah!

I wish I had a brain in my head

Then I could tell when I'm lying

And tell when I'm telling the truth

Wait, is this a candid observation -

Or a calculated gift for the myth I've created

That's based on a story that could eat me alive

As quick as the noon is high

Narrated by Charole and hispanic retro-ghetto jive

Give me five

Sixteen seconds ago

They fell fell back and was over then

Now she's dragging me down

Slap my hands on the chalk again

Let me kill you

Crazy eyes, crazy hands

I want it over, under

Your safety's falling

Like a goddamn shark attack

Like a goddamn shark attack

(incomprehensible hyperactive screams)

I believe she said, "Kiss me"

Kiss me, you jacked up jerk

Kiss me, you jacked up jerk

Kiss me, you geeked(?) up son of a cutthroat bambito-kapow

(Besame tu manatada)

I guess you like me now

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