Ugly
Ugly!
See'mon! Yeah! hey! all right
You got an ugly a** guy,
He got a problem with his d***.
You got a song with no soul,
f****** don't mean a thing.
He got an ugly bouzy house,
He got a girlfriend on T.V,
That girl's something,
He can't sing for s***.
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all make me nervous.
This is my description of an ugliness. [Repeat: x4]
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
You got a dog face chic,
With basketball t**'s.
p**** sucks,
That's the truth of it.
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys,
In a wrestling uniform,
Trying to fake they're playing music,
They ought to be killed.
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
This is my description of an ugliness. [Repeat: x5]
Ugliness
They got the chics,
The money cars and all, but they ain't got no m***********' b****.
They got the chics,
The money cars and all, but they ain't got no m***********' b****.
They got a fungus on their d***,
They got bald heads and tupees,
They're in total control,
Total f****** control,
They're even parked in my s***e.
You got a song with no soul,
No truth no love.
Because the music sucks,
That's why little kids blow up.
Everybody needs a gun,
To express feelings,
That should be expressed by a real musician
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
This is my description of an ugliness. [Repeat: x4]
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
They got the car the money house and all,
But they ain't got no m***********' b****.
You see the c*********s on MTV,
And they ain't even got a good CD.
Ugliness [Repeat: x4]
Ugly!
See'mon! Yeah! hey! all right
You got an ugly a** guy,
He got a problem with his d***.
You got a song with no soul,
f****** don't mean a thing.
He got an ugly bouzy house,
He got a girlfriend on T.V,
That girl's something,
He can't sing for s***.
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all make me nervous.
This is my description of an ugliness. [Repeat: x4]
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
You got a dog face chic,
With basketball t**'s.
p**** sucks,
That's the truth of it.
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys,
In a wrestling uniform,
Trying to fake they're playing music,
They ought to be killed.
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
This is my description of an ugliness. [Repeat: x5]
Ugliness
They got the chics,
The money cars and all, but they ain't got no m***********' b****.
They got the chics,
The money cars and all, but they ain't got no m***********' b****.
They got a fungus on their d***,
They got bald heads and tupees,
They're in total control,
Total f****** control,
They're even parked in my s***e.
You got a song with no soul,
No truth no love.
Because the music sucks,
That's why little kids blow up.
Everybody needs a gun,
To express feelings,
That should be expressed by a real musician
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
This is my description of an ugliness. [Repeat: x4]
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
They got the car the money house and all,
But they ain't got no m***********' b****.
You see the c*********s on MTV,
And they ain't even got a good CD.
Ugliness [Repeat: x4]