Crack Rockstars

[Intro: King Gordy]
Yeah! Even Heathens! Yeah!

[Verse 1: Illtemper]
Want a chocolate shower, my Otto, got that Rocket Power
Shit liquefied, get surprised, deposit downward
Under balls, rubbin' raw, need that Jock Itch Powder
Returnin' cherry rounders with a Joe Dirt comet shower (Yeah, yeah)
Scat film market has been super demandin'
Hotels sick of this shit, they ain't too understandin' (Yo!)
Directors get clever, never knew what they're plannin'
'Til uploaded, such focus can't screw up their brandin'
Write a check, that'll do pig, love that taboo
Hide your search history, homies will laugh at you
Feederism, heifers eatin' Velveeta-covered macaroons
Snackin' fat buffoons standin' up, the match of doom (Yo!)
Pack of goons attackin' dudes, their colons a sperm bank
Make it look nonconsensual, now open that turd tank (Why?)
Give a hand for these amputees rollin' and they're spanked
Nailed planks, curious fingers gropin' disturbed skanks

[Chorus: King Gordy]
Tell me what you wanna do! (What you wanna do!)
Die in a moshpit or O.D in a bathroom (Yeah!)
This is your band dude, they know you a fan too
Now throw your fuckin' horns up before the medics get to you
Rockstar shit! This is rockstar shit! (Rockstar!)
Rockstar shit! This is rockstar shit! (Rockstar!)
Rockstar shit! This is rockstar shit! (Rockstar!)
Rockstar shit! I'm a rockstar, bitch! (Yeah!)

[Verse 2: King Gordy]
I'm here to shoot my drummer in the fuckin' face
Pantera here to scare you and your fuckin' mate
I'm a rockstar, all I do is cocaine
Get some head in the back from your ho, mane
Don't call me old, real big swagger
80 and I'm still rockin' out like Mick Jagger
Good car basher, punk rock thrasher
Hitmakin' master, you're headed for disaster
You can motherfuckin' die today
I'll paint my clown face up like I'm Violent J
I was raised in a nation that drinks 'til they faded
And only smoke Bay Area, Californication
I am just a heathen that must get even
See you in the venue, choke you out 'til you ain't breathin' (Yeah)
That's still rock and roll for your ass, me and Illtemper, Axl Rose and Slash

[Chorus: King Gordy]
Tell me what you wanna do! (What you wanna do!)
Die in a moshpit or O.D in a bathroom (Yeah!)
This is your band dude, they know you a fan too
Now throw your fuckin' horns up before the medics get to you
Rockstar shit! This is rockstar shit! (Rockstar!)
Rockstar shit! This is rockstar shit! (Rockstar!)
Rockstar shit! This is rockstar shit! (Rockstar!)
Rockstar shit! I'm a rockstar, bitch! (Yeah!)