Super Star

Lyrics

[Intro: Violent J] Thank you very much! Thank you! Thank you very much! (Thank you for relational) Thank you! I love you too! (Thank you for relational) Ah-haha! Thank you! Thank you very much! [Verse 1: Violent J] If I had things my way, I wouldn't be a zero Rather be respected like Perry Farrell Every album I touch, five mics I'd be on MTV with Tommy Lee riding dirt bikes Me and Fred Durst cooking bratwurst At one of Hugh's barbecues with those bunnyskirts I wouldn't need a barricade at my shows 'Cause it would be nothing but celebrity friends the first 10 rows I'd have a ninety pound slut on my arm Who looks like a little skinny dude with a perm But she's a supermodel and she works in Brazil And her daddy plays polo on the isle of Nagil I remember when I met her at a party in France I sent her a rose with a note "May I have this dance?" Juggal-what? I don't even know who they are If I had things my way, I'd be a superstar [Chorus] I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so delicate, unique Call my publicist one time I'm so fashion, I'm divine I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so delicate, unique Call my publicist one time I'm so fashion, I'm divine [Verse 2: Violent J] I got a call this morning, Dennis Rodman & Carson Daly They want to meet me up for lunch at the Bayley And I don't even know them people But we famous, so we consider each other equal Where am I from? Oh yeah, Detroit city I remember that tiny little town, so itty bitty I think I used to have some family there In fact I wonder if, hmm, anyway, Jacques, do my hair Sniffing cocaine off of crystal counter top Kissy face, sucking on her ruby red lollipop Shaggy who? Wash me clean of the ghetto I sleep on a mattress sprinkled with rose petals Make my music, write my song, I'll come sing it And when the royalty check comes, better bring it Mr. masseuse come and rub me down gently Mom, here's the keys, go and wash the Bentley [Interlude: Psychopatrick] Let me tell you I drove for that guy, I know him. I swear to God. We went to Las Vegas, he gave everyone of us $1500 a day, just to piss away on the tables. I couldn't believe it. This guy, he had so many women, he had an entourage of at least thirty guys in and off my damn bus all day long. I couldn't believe it. Just every day, it was a new woman. Every day, it was thirty new people, you know? He had gold, he had diamonds, anything you want. I told him about my mortgage on my house: $80,000. I swear to God, true story, this guy gave me $80,000, said, "You don't have to worry about it now, 'cause I couldn't believe it Superstar.... [Chorus] I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so delicate, unique Call my publicist one time I'm so fashion, I'm divine I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so delicate, unique Call my publicist one time I'm so fashion, I'm divine [Verse 3: Violent J] I'm like Berzerko, I suck my drummer's dick I ain't gay or nothing, I just did it for kicks I like to play the crazy rock star, it helps my rep You should've seen me at the movie premiere with Johnny Depp I love Hollywood parties, I live like a star I'll kiss your ass, even if I don't know who you are I'll jump in your pictures and I'll get in your way I'm annoying as fuck, I'm like that one kid from Sugar Ray Do I remember Twiztid? of course I do Twisted Sister, they used to play with Motley Crue Oh you mean them rapper kids that were down with me? No, I don't recall, excuse me, security I don't need old friends, I'm way bigger Sorry, my phones ringing, it's Tommy Hilfiger I'll see you when I see you, if I remember who you are After all, you're talking with the superstar [Chorus] I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so delicate, unique Call my publicist one time I'm so fashion, I'm divine I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so delicate, unique Call my publicist one time I'm so fashion, I'm divine [Outro: Psychopatrick] In progress…