It's not my fault that my flubber is visible.
But all the beauty is gone I am critical.
Every twenty seconds I defeat my fame.
And when it comes to thee,
I don't care,
of all the living dead!

Chorus:
Correction, I don't want a liposection
To get a bit of your attention.
I'll hump you for free or for ten dollars,
But you don't even holler.
Correction I'm tired of lines and angles.
Got dizzy chewing mangos,
I'm eating your ugly hands yet again.
No way, I've got an ugly face.

Next to her cheap silicone I am minimal.
That's why in front of her boobs I'm invisible.
But you gotta that my butt is round.
You better pull her feet,
So she drowns,
And see what I'm about.

Chorus 2:
Correction, I don't want a liposection
To get a bit of your attention.
I'll hump you for free or for ten dollars,
But you don't even holler.
Correction the angles are in a mango.
Got dizzy chewing mangos,
I'm eating your ugly hands yet again.
No way, I've got an ugly face.

I wish there was a chance for me to be
The one that u have wanted
Instead of me.
But you're a b!tch...

This is creatively sardonic,
It's pathetically so chronic,
Oh just can't you see,
My mango ain't for thee,
But yiu can buy,
Reimburse it,
Or sell like a toy, but don't u steal from me
Oh don't u steal from me boy.

Chorus:
Correction, I don't want a liposection
To get a bit of your attention.
I'll hump you for free or for ten dollars,
But you don't even holler.
Correction I'm tired of lines and angles.
Got dizzy chewing mangos,
I'm eating your ugly hands yet again.
No way, I've got an ugly face.
Ugly face.
Ugly face ah ah ah ah
An ugly face.
Ugly face...