The Lonely Island - Uniform On lyrics
[The Lonely Island - Uniform On lyrics]
She grabbed me by the bat
Now it's going, going, gone
I never finish sex 'cause I'm so juiced out
But she nutted three times then
We bashed then I bounced
I reside in Blackhawk in a big fucking house
My community is gated 'cause
I don't strike out got a room with a chair
Got a room with a couch
Got a framed photograph of the time I met Alf
You know I'm not a hamburger but
They call me Big Mac
Got the one ton Jimmy and the itty-bitty sack
My ball shrinky-dinky 'cause the
'roids so strong
But it makes the aforementioned
Jimmy-jam look long
The name is Mark, and no I'm not Mork
And yes
I eat pork 'cause it's tasty on my fork
And no
I'm not a jork but I'll jork it out the pork
'Cause Noah should have had the
Bash Brothers on his Ork
We are the perfect pair to
Start a new society
Filled with home-run hitting
Gold glove Goliathes
Here's what I found on the web for
"What is the plural of goliath?": Goliaths
Oh, we're Goliaths, baby boy
Kirk Gibson’s a pariah, baby boy
I work out with a tire, baby boy
I wonder who can lift it higher, baby boy
Ahh! Lift that tire, bitch
Put your back in it and lift it higher
BitchStab that needle in my ass
'til I am rich
Make me a god with the chemical sciences
Ahh! Baseball, baseball
He-Man hit the baseball
By the power of Grayskull
Rip the skin off and eat
The brains out the baseball
Gonna run a motherfuckin' train
On the baseball
Ahh! Don't tell me to be fucking calm
Whip out my dick on the Jumbotron
Rip out my bones cause my muscles so strong
Now the pain's so bad that
My motherfucking heart stop-