The Lonely Island - Feed the Beast lyrics

My car, my house, my kid, my spouse
My team, my dream, I gots to feed the beast
My glutes, my bod, they say, "My God"
My tris, my calves, my thighs
The hit's, the tags, the sex, the crabs
The road, the bus, my tiny little nuts
Your finger, my butt, you know what's up
The bumps, the slumps, the motherfucking umps
The fans, the heckles
The girls with the freckles
They're trying to distract me from
Trying to be special
These pompous fucking pitchers trying to
Strike your man out
And these scummy bloodsuckers looking
For a handout (Out)

The stress, the press, the beautiful mess
The razors I use to shave my chest
The bills, the pills
The views from the hills
My streaks, my ruts, my tiny little nuts
My mom, my burden, I'm not a virgin
The aches, the pain, the heat, the rain
The lies, the secrets, José, I'll keep it
And Mark, I'll keep it, we'll keep our secret
(Our secret)

Feed the beast feed the beast feed the beast

They say it's lonely at the top
But, I got hella homies like Mark
Plus the guy that gets my blow for me
Plus the guy that gets my 'roids for
Me and my cars for me
And my money manager that collects
My dough for me plus my private bodyguard
Always on patrol for me
Plus the lady that I pay
To suggest Merlots for me
Plus my agent, my real best friend
Yeah, my agent, he'll be there 'til the end
My sports agent, I trust him with my life
The only one that truly understands my strife
Together, we'll achieve the
Most amazing heights
He knows what I like, and he treats me right