-> "Hideous Girl"
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Nelly Furtato ft. TImberland
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G: Throwing up?
G: Thought So
B: How do you do it, ugly lady
Your face driving everyone crazy.
Don't have the stomach to look above your throat
Wanted to put a bag on your head first time we spoke.
G: I'm looking for a guy to treat me right,
But I can't stand you if your heads in the light.
B: Your defintely not my type
You definetly weren't made right.
G: You expect me to look at your face
But I think I'd die even if I did.
B: Don't even ask me to try
I don't want to take the chance.
Not surprised to see no ring on your hand.
I'll be the first to admit
I'm not curious about you
Your face looks like shit.
G: Want you to get outta my world this minute,
Think Imma run away to the finish.
B: Very-hideous girl, where ever you are
Your all alone, and that is what I want
G: Disfigured boy,
You already know, that your face blows
What you living for.
B: Spare me girl,
Your diseasing me
I know what you got,
and its not for anybody.
G: Deliorous boy,
I need a joint,
cause you killing my soul
G: Listen, I said
You smell like poo,
you look dead
I won't have you you.
B: Hey! i need'a keep my eyes off you.
Where you at, I'm sending SWAT and plastic surgeons too.
G: You're living off chocolate swirls, you as fat as a planet.
You should look in the mirror if you can handle it.
B: They call you Hugh J.
Last name Fucker.
Imma bring you down.
G: I'm a big girl, I can handle myself.
But your face really doesn't help.
Pay attention to me, you're not good for my health
B: I want you off my team.
G: Bitch this is my house.
B: Maybe you should keep your head down low,
Keep a look out, I think secruity's gotta know
Wanna kick ya and tell you where to go.
G: Why would the clinic let you out for?!
B: Bootyless girl,
You need'a go far.
Lock yourself in a home
Cause your face haunts.
G: Ridicolous boy,
You already know
I'm stronger than most hoes.
I'll slap ya to the floor.
B: Massive girl,
Your trunks bigger than trees'
You got nothing to flaunt
And your boobs sagg to your knees.
G: Fat-headed boy,
Don't push the point.
You're not on a roll,
And your fat is heavy.
B: Don't get mad, get lean
Breath smells bad, don't go near me.
G: Don't get mad, you making me green.
Your just sad, cause your face can't be seen.
B: Wait! Don't do any more harm
Just leave everything on.
G: I don't wanna see you with nothing on,
your bigger than buddah, and not nearly as long.
B: Not as long?
G: You know what I mean.
B: Your a freak, don't say those things.
G: I'm only trying to get inside of your brain
I bet you never goina get laid.
B: It's okay, it's alright
You gonna die little dyke.
G: Hey is that the truth, you look worse than trash
Your such and S.O.B. without any cash.
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