Myke Ptyson کے بول

My God sits in the back of the limousine My God comes in a wrapper of cellophane My God pouts on the cover of the magazine My God is a shallow little bitch tryin' to make a scene I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right I'll be there for you as long as it works for me I play a game it's called insincerity Starfuckers Starfuckers Starfuckers, Inc Starfuckers I am every, every fuckin' thing, a little more I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste It's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste (Ass kisser) Starfuckers Starfuckers Starfuckers, Inc Starfuckers Starfuckers Starfuckers Starfuckers, Inc Starfuckers All our pain How did you think we get by without you? You're so vain I bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Starfuckers Starfuckers Starfuckers, Inc Starfuckers Starfuckers Starfuckers Starfuckers, Inc Starfuckers Starfuckers Now I belong, I'm one of the chosen ones Starfuckers Now I belong, I'm one of the beautiful ones Starfuckers Now I belong, I'm one of the chosen ones Starfuckers, Inc Starfuckers Now I belong, I'm one of the beautiful ones (Starfuckers) (Starfuckers, Inc)