Play Me Your Album
People have put down
Records I've done
Words I have written
Song I've sung
You have made me feel like a fool
Suck my tool

Play me your album
Sing me your song
If you ain't got one
Then ding my dong
Just cause you bought my records
Don't mean you got class
Better roll up my songbook
And shove it up your educational ass

Some people never
Give compliments
Their need to put-down
Is too fuckin intense
They can screw up your daydream
Before you begin
Well they can shit in a bucket
And jump right in
(Spoken)
There are some folks I've met in the educational profession who wouldn't pull their finger out their asshole to play my work

I've met the jealous
Busting with hate
They tried to tell us
We were second-rate
Now they can hear me
Cause I've played them my trick
They don't have to be near me
To lick my dick

They don't have to be near me
To lick my dick

(...)
And don't you worry, cause they know it goes all the way from here to there -- mwah mwah mwah mwah, buh buh buh