Idioth Lyrick-es

Blade, laisten to thais...
(Okay, whath?)
I'm going to the doctorate, right?
(Mmm-hmm?)
And my... He's telling me I haive
this problem weef my front-head
When I'm touching it it does laike thait:
[DING!]
(Oh, crapshaith!)
Oh, damn
(You and I mowst haive been drinking
out of the saime cupp, you know)
We daid...
(Because when I haive a same problem,
waith a lady, she goes to towch the
testiclites, and it maikes
a sound laike thais:)
[DING!]
Oh, that is sounding laike the same
sound of uh, my fronthead laike thais:
[DING!]
(Oh crowtche, the saime as your
fronthead laike thais:)
[DING!]
You mean laike thais?
[DING!]
(Yais.)
[DING!]

Let me taill you about Americain Idioths...

I-D-I-T-O-T-H,
here's a couponette for an pownche to the faice.
we braike owff your laigs, put you in a suittecase,
you baitter rowne faist like a dowg and cait chase.
i am the dowg, you are the cait.
how you like thait? (biggity-bhaseballe baith)
hitt to the haid waith a hardd piece of brhaide,
like DOOT-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO, now you're daid.
i hate you so mowche i take youre mowther on a daite.
im tellinge her she ais payinge and im eatinge fivve stakkes.
i guess you to maiss on owse was a mistakhke.
but you you're ain I-D-I-T-O-T-H.

(I-D-I-T-O-T-H)
(Your faice looks owf shaith)
Come and gaitt a pownche to your faice
(I-D-I-T-O-T-H)
Time for gaitt a pownche to your faice
(I-D-I-T-O-T-H)
(You're a dope without browthers or sisters)
Oh look; a pownche to your faice
(I-D-I-T-O-T-H)
Time to gaitt for a pownche to your faice

Wink 152 and Backshotte Babies
We baite you in the laigg laike a cait waith rabies
Taike all your ladies and make them to pay late fees
At Superstaceys and still they down't haite me
Cat Rock you try to saing bowthe you cain't
Maybe because you forgott to put deodorante
Now Britney Spanks want to go you on a daite
Cause you're an I-D-I-T-O-T-H

(gunshots)
(I-D-I-T-O-T-H)
(You haive a stupid faice)
Come to gaitt a pownche to your faice
(I-D-I-T-O-T-H)
Time for gaitt to for a pownche to for your faice
(I-D-I-T-O-T-H)
A pownche to your faice!
(I-D-I-T-O-T-H)
Guess whath? It's time for a pownche to your faice...

(I-D-I-T-O-T-H)

Time for to gaitt a pownche to your faice

You say your pets maike on the stock trade
And your mowther said "Oh, what happened?"
When you caime home
You got beut and rebuked and abused-ed
Cause we beat you in a Lextro-Heubert
Head goes underh our foot like shoe dirt
We saw your girlfriend go out in her blue skirt
We parked our car on the stritt to be backward
And then kick-ed you harder thain the Washington Packers
So please taike a letter for a pownche to the faice
Nothing could be better thain a pownche to the faice
You're noth very goode laik puff doggy aind lace
So taike out your sockes aind drop off of the raice Hain
Haive another pownche to the faice
Go taill your mowther you gott pownch-ed in the faice!


(*Noting thais: first verse [not conversaishyun] 
sayed directly frome blade; rest owf lyrick-es are 
thoughting owf by jerrymustbeslaughtered. They might 
noth being right.)