The Bollea Blast Beat

A song about Bubba The Love Sponge

You fat, fake, Jabba the Hut
Looking mother f****r you just don't make the cut
Sitting on the sidelines while your wife's getting fucked
I guess 3 1/4 just wasn't enough

And stop with all the bragging you do
30 years in radio and you still don't have a clue
It takes a special kind of person to attract all the trash
When your words don't mean a thing you can shove'em in your a*s

30 years of self loathing
30 years a failure
Sex your addiction but given no play
You Follow the leader

You look like an expirament gone wrong
Your entrance to life like a s****y Kid Rock song
Take your top 40 and opinion and go straight to hell
It represents the attitude of people like yourself

And don't try to rain on this parade
The colors are not a rainbow so you can find another place
To hang out and play f**k games with the rubber fist you saved
From the replica of the Hulkster dick that made your wife a slave

30 years of self loathing
30 years a failure
Sex your addiction but given no play
You Follow the leader

You should be ashamed
To garnish attention you change your name
There's nothing real when you're consumed by the money and the fame
Eventually your time will end you'll have yourself to blame

30 years of self loathing misery
30 years a failure, a wannabe
Sex your addiction but given no play
You Follow the leader you're so yesterday