All music by Bradley Voorhees.

All lyrics by Bradley Voorhees.

Except:

Track 6 - FreeStyle performed by SAFYRE, written by SAFYRE.

Track 7 - FreeStyle performed by Naporshyaa, written by Naporshyaa.

All tracks recorded, mixed, and mastered by Bradley Voorhees at A Stem From Basement Productions.

A&R: Simply Influenced.

CD Design: Simply Influenced.

©2007 SOAR THROTE RECORDZ. All Rights Reserved.

01) Chronic Hell
02) Fuck You
03) I Don't Know What I'm Supposed to Do
04) MySpace Guy
05) Once You Love
06) Positive All the Time
07) This Won't be Our Doom
08) I Swallow
©2005-2018 Bradley Voorhees

Broken
Iím still just a bit broken
Just a bit shook up from the last time
Iím hoping that you can be everything you say youíll be
ĎCause Iím still broken from the last time
Iím still broken
Iím still broken
From the last time
Iím still broken from the last time
So just love me

Positive All the Time
Verse 1:
You youíre such a sweetheart
You were so over the top understanding
And you are my kind of person
Iíll always have you in mind
Thank you for what you did for me
You are you are the thing that everybody needs

Chorus:
You are so positive all the time
Helping me to win this fight
You were always on my side
You will always be my sunshine
every time I struggle in my life
Iíll remember what you did through my strife my strife

Verse 2:
You youíre one of a kind
I wish your spirit existed in everyone
And you are so so damn precious
with your abilities
Thank you for all youíve done for me
You kept you kept me stable when I couldnít see couldnít see

Chorus:
You are so positive all the time
Helping me to win this fight
You were always on my side
You will always be my sunshine
every time I struggle in my life
Iíll remember what you did through my strife

I Swallow
Verse 1:
You claim you love me I think youíre fibbing
How can we both feel the same thing yet act so differently
You moved into my house Iím glad you did that
But donít forget that you live here willingly

Chorus:
I just wanna do right by you and me
I just wanna keep my soul alive
And thatís why I swallow life
I swallow everything and hold it inside
Inside me inside me inside me
I swallow I swallow I hold it all inside for you and me

Verse 2:
I remember what life was like before you
I was able to be me and single and free
But yet I still love you together weíre a team
And Iím not lonely but you criticize me
And Iíve criticized you but weíve opened up the place
No couple should ever see and itís terrible for me

Chorus:
I just wanna do right by you and me
I just wanna keep my soul alive
And thatís why I swallow life
I swallow everything and hold it inside
Inside me inside me inside me
I swallow I swallow I hold it all inside for you and me

This Won't be Our Doom
Verse 1:
Iím sorry that I never knew
Exactly how much it was I hurt you
I was naÔve and filled with so much blindness
All I put you through throughout time

Hook 1:
I guess I never had your view
Because I always got the dude
I wish that I could have loved you boo
And I know it must have sucked being you

Chorus 1:
I wish we could meet again soon
Perhaps tune into the same tune
Maybe again weíll be cool
And this wonít be our doom

Verse 2:
Our friendship grew and grew
But our romance never had the chance to bloom
And Iíd sit desperately in our room
Waiting each day for the day where Iíd move

Hook 2:
I guess Iíd never been in your shoes
Because Iíd always gotten the dudes
I wish that I could have loved you boo
And I know now it must have sucked being you

Chorus 2:
I wish we could meet again soon
Perhaps weíd tune into the same tune yeah
Maybe again you and I can be cool
And this wonít be our doom

The Bar That Night
Verse 1:
I was thinking you looked kinda cute as you were feeling on my dick in
the bar that night
I was thinking how itíd feel if you sucked me down as you were feeding me them drinks in
the bar that night
Ďcause I watched your hand bring the shots to your lips as you drank at work in
the bar that night
I was gonna buy you a drink and then ask you out after your shift in
the bar that night

Chorus:
To be fair you started it So I punched you in the head
but you stepped to me and it really made me pissed
Fuck you youíre a loser Screw you Iím an ďabuserĒ??
You are such a liar Next time watch your damn mouth
To be fair you started it So I punched you in the head
But you stepped to me and it really made me pissed
Fuck you youíre a loser Screw you Iím an ďabuserĒ??
You are such a liar Next time mind your business

Verse 2:
I was feeliní kinda angry and drunk and being stupid when you seen me outside at
the bar that night
I advised you to just leave us alone but you took that to mean ďgo ahead and push meĒ at
the bar that night
I guess I got on you and punched you repeatedly in the face at
the bar that night
and everyone of our kind was there to see the truth of what really happened between me and you at
the bar that night

Chorus:
To be fair you started it So I punched you in the head
but you stepped to me and it really made me pissed
Fuck you youíre a loser Screw you Iím an ďabuserĒ??
You are such a liar Next time watch your damn mouth
To be fair you started it So I punched you in the head
But you stepped to me and it really made me pissed
Fuck you youíre a loser Screw you Iím an ďabuserĒ??
You are such a liar Next time mind your business

MySpace Guy (Featuring SAFYRE)
Chorus:
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iíve got the hottest page ya know.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
I am the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the hottest one you know.

Verse 1:
Bradleyís back with whole new shit.
Enjoy the flow, let loose and live.
All my friends step in the mix.
You ainít lived Ďtil youíve seen this.
So grab a friend; add request them.
Boy. you know lifeís happeniní
right here in this Dot Com Land.
Bradleyís page has lots to give.

Hook 1:
You know you canít beat me,
Iím the best in the neighborhood.
You know you canít take me,
Iím the best MC in all of Cyber Hood.

Verse Rap 1:
I ainít bashful, Iíll punch you in the chest,
and if youíre not careful youíll be laid to rest,
and if youíre a hot one your ass will get the best
and if you think Iím playiní you should put me to the test.
God only put me here for me to cause you stress.
Walkiní around, Iíll put your head up in a mess,
but not for my friends, no, they deserve the best.
So do yourself a favor, get your name up on my list.

Chorus:
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iíve got the hottest page ya know.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
I am the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the hottest one you know.

Rap Link:
Add me. Pimp me. Jerk me. Lick me.
Fuck me. Suck me. Lemmy tell ya simply.
I say Ďyoí and you say Ďwhat?í
I send request, and you send love.
I post pics, you comment them up.
You see my page, and you fall in love.
Itís like that yíall. Itís like that yíall.
Yeah-e-ah-ah-e-ah, itís like that yíall.

Verse 2:
Bradleyís back with whole new shit.
Enjoy the show. Let loose. Feel this.
Close your eyes, and hear this mix.
Shut your lip. Donít start no shit.
No drama. Just deal with it.
Compromise, and then give in.
Think way back, and then relive.
Think back to when you were 6.

Hook 2:
Check out my new page code, and listen to my flows.
Read all of my blogs, and leave the love where it goes.
Check out my new songs, and comment on them.
Iím a flirt when it comes to sin.

Verse Rap 2:
I ainít Chris Crocker with a tiny limp wrist
or pretty Jeffree Star queeny, teeny-weenie wimp.
I might like dick, but that donít mean Iíve got a clit.
So make me your favorite with a clickity-click-click,
and if youíre a mouth-off your throat may get slit.
ďOh my god, Bradley, I love your shit.Ē
Oh, will you shut the fuck up you pussy little bitch.
Listen to Chris Crocker fuckiní fiendiní for my dick.
Keep fuckiní talkiní and your assíll get whipped.
ĎBitch Pleaseí I ainít got the time for your lisp.
To get with this faggot you must come equipped.
Iíve said it before, and now youíll hear it again:

Sang Link:
Heís gonna start some drama.
Heís gonna start some drama.
Heís gonna start some drama with you.

Chorus:
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iíve got the hottest page ya know.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
I am the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the hottest one you know.

Bridge:
Now I know you know how to laugh.
Yes I do.
And I know you know how to dance.
Damn right I do.
I know you can feel the beat.
Bet your ass I feel it.
Now stand right up and move them feet.
Aíight.

End:
Chris Crocker videos are so crazy.
Heís so dreamy with his southern slang.
Jeffree Star, he looks so tasty,
and his pink page is amazing.

But no one can amount
to the style that I bring.
Spittiní and flowiní
and rappiní as I sing.
Peace.

Cheer Daddy Up (Featuring Naporshyaa)
Cheer Hook:
Give me a D.
Give me an A.
Give me a D - D - Y.
Whatís that spell?
Daddy!
Daddy!

Verse 1:
Only reason Iím still around is you.
Even when peoples treat daddy uncool.
Even when them damn locals giviní daddy more fuel.
Daddyís so lost but you make daddy feel.
We be trippiní and be spittiní. We be actin like fools.
Youíre part of my heart and, thereís no escaping you.
Wherever I go youíre gonna be there too.
Youíre the love of my life and, I will always love you.

Chorus:
You make me happy.
(Iím young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)
You are my baby.
(Iím young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)
You make me happy.
(Iím young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)
You are my baby.
(Young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive,
young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)

Cheer Hook:
Give me a D.
Give me an A.
Give me a D - D - Y.
Whatís that spell?
Daddy!
Daddy!

Verse 2:
And, you make me have to stay up for you
when I just wanna sleep all afternoon.
ĎFore I know it, Iím okay, and fall out of my mood,
and you keep me in check when Iím being rude.
When I try to rest, itís time for your food.
Thereís just no sleep when it comes to you.
You keep me alive; energetically Ďyouthedí.
What would I do without you, without you?

Chorus:
You make me happy.
(Iím young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)
You are my baby.
(Iím young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)
You make me happy.
(Iím young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)
You are my baby.
(Young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive,
young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)

Bridge:
My daddyís so cool because he lets me do everything in his music!
You would be surprised that we make a lot of music, buh-bye!

Chorus:
You make me happy.
(Iím young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)
You are my baby.
(Iím young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)
You make me happy.
(Iím young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)
You are my baby.
(Young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive,
young and alive, young and alive, young and alive, young and alive.)

I Don't Know What I'm Supposed to Do
Verse 1:
You broke my heart and
now all I feel is pain
You packed your bags and
you moved so far away
Iím still here lonely as hell
what more can I say
Maybe Iíll get big sometime
and move on one day

Hook:
You broke my heart
and left me here to stay
You took all of our things
and left only memories

Chorus:
And now I canít live.
I donít know what Iím supposed to do.
And now I canít lift myself up.
I donít know what Iím supposed to do.
You left me here to die.
Now whatís sad is I canít see myself with another,
but whatís even worse is that Iím gonna have
to picture you starting with somebody new.

Verse 2:
I donít know whatís
gonna happen next
All I seem to think about
is you up in my head
And Iím so alone
layiní in our bed
Thereís not much more that I can do
to keep myself from growing blue

Hook:
You broke my heart
and left me here to stay
You took all of our things
and left only memories

Chorus:
And now I canít live.
I donít know what Iím supposed to do.
And now I canít lift myself up.
I donít know what Iím supposed to do.
You left me here to die.
Now whatís sad is I canít see myself with another,
but whatís even worse is that Iím gonna have
to picture you starting with somebody new.

Once You Love
Verse 1:
I was like so in love
I was like so lost
I was like you and me equals us
I was like I was like give me some
I was so head strong
I was like Iíll never get enough

Hook:
Back in the day when things were simple
Back in the day when I was sane
Back in the day when I could think straight
Back in the day where people werenít fake

Chorus:
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same

Verse 2:
I was so clueless
I had no obligations
Every last thought of mine was of us
I was like I was like Iíll give you all my trust
You were so true
You were so cool
You were so cute
I was so in love with you

Hook:
Back in the day when things were simple
Back in the day when I was sane
Back in the day when I could think straight
Back in the day where people werenít fake

Chorus:
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same

Chorus:
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same

Chorus:
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Once you love
Youíll never be the same

To Make You Happy
Verse 1:
Loving you meant everything,
and helping you meant everything,
and holding you meant everything,
and life with you meant everything,
and it wasnít all good times,
but damn I miss the bad times.
Bradley never got no credit,
and you, my ex, got all you wanted.
ĎCept the one thing you were lacking:
Love for me, wasnít happening,
and how am I to move on?
What did I do so wrong?

Chorus:
What did I do, what did I say,
What did I lack, to make you happy?
Was I too fat? Was I too fem?
What did I lack to make you happy?

Verse 2:
I loved you a dangerous amount.
Pieces of me shattered around, somehow,
and every time that youíd come back home
Iíd be forced to mope around,
but Iím never really happy,
So whatís the point in faking?
You, my ex, were not in love.
Ya Left all the time, right from the start,
and it hurt that Iíd be all alone,
and it killed when you were not around.
We were never happy,
but damn, I miss the hard times.

Chorus:
What did I do, what did I say,
What did I lack, to make you happy?
Was I too fat? Was I too fem?
What did I lack to make you happy?

People=Stress=Early-Aging
Verse 1:
No matter how much I try to lift myself up
Iím always fallinĎ, and wonderiní will I give up?
Things in my life are such hazardous conditions.
Things in my head make me so filled with confusion.

Chorus:
People=stress=early-aging,
and itís so damn aggravating,
and Iím busy here investigating.
I, I guess that means that I must be menstruating.

Verse 2:
Boy, I hate these fucking sticky situations.
I hate liviní in a world Iím forced to lie in,
but Iím so dumb, canít say I am even tryiní.
Ďinít plan to go out, but if yous the one whoís buyiní

Chorus:
People=stress=early-aging,
and itís so damn aggravating,
and Iím busy here investigating.
I, I guess that means that I must be menstruating.

Bridge:
Donít it hurt so much
to know that Iím feeling unloved?
Donít it hurt so much
to know that I feel like I canít go on?
ĎCause if it donít hurt that bad,
then you really ainít my friend.
If it donít hurt you that bad,
you ainít my friend.

Chorus:
People=stress=early-aging,
and itís so damn aggravating,
and Iím busy here investigating.
I, I guess that means that I must be menstruating.

My Next Move
Verse 1:
If I ever come across your ass in the street Iím-a have to hurt you.
You say I caused you so much pain,
well, you ainít seen my rage when in vain.
If I ever see your brown-nose smile Iím-a kick ya Ďtil my next trial.
You say I made you fucked in ways
that you canít even explain.
Boys like you shouldnít clown around, Ďcause ya hunger for guys like me to be around.
You say I hurt your image, and invade your space,
well, I play this way.
Youís-a traitor to your own kind, boy, thatís why ya gots to play the fool now.
Well, you ainít big enough to play these games.
Just thought Iíd tell ya just in case.

Sang Chorus 1:
Yoo-hoo you donít know
when I will trample you. Who? yoo-hoo.
Yoo-hoo you donít know
whatís gonna be my next move.

You donít know. (x28)

Rapped Chorus:
One kick, one punch for a lipstick punk.
One punch, one kick for a lipstick bitch.
No lip or you get beat the fuck up.
Donít hate on this kid while I get on my crunk.
One kick, one punch, for a lipstick punk.
One punch, one kick, for a lipstick bitch.
No lip or you get beat the fuck up.
Donít hate on this kid while I get on my crunk.

Verse 2:
Boy, watcha goní do when I catch your ass out in the streets, out and about?
You think I caused you so much pain,
well, you ainít seen the half of it yet, babe.
You think that youís head of this game, but youís mistaken some how.
You think that youís slick and awake,
but you Ďnít know how much I run my game.
You so hypocritical, boy, ya need to learn to shut your big mouth.
Shove that foot up in your grill,
Ďfore I have to step up and, make my kill.
If I ever come across your pretty-boy ass in the street Iím-a knock you out.
You ainít big enough to play these games.
Just thought Iíd tell ya, just in case.

Sang Chorus 2:
Yoo-hoo you donít know anything;
when I will trample you, oh.
Yoo-hoo you donít know
whatís gonna be my next move, oh.
Yoo-hoo you donít know anything;
not what Iím gonna do -you.
you donít know
whatís gonna be my next move.

You donít know. (x60)

Rapped Chorus:
One kick, one punch for a lipstick punk.
One punch, one kick for a lipstick bitch.
No lip or you get beat the fuck up.
Donít hate on this kid while I get on my crunk.
One kick, one punch, for a lipstick punk.
One punch, one kick, for a lipstick bitch.
No lip or you get beat the fuck up.
Donít hate on this kid while I get on my crunk.

Rapped Chorus:
One kick, one punch for a lipstick punk.
One punch, one kick for a lipstick bitch.
No lip or you get beat the fuck up.
Donít hate on this kid while I get on my crunk.
One kick, one punch, for a lipstick punk.
One punch, one kick, for a lipstick bitch.
No lip or you get beat the fuck up.
Donít hate on this kid while I get on my crunk.

Fuck You
Hello Everybody,

Bradley Voorhees here. Did you ever just have such anger inside, and you didnít know what quite to say? Well, this song says it all.

Verse 1:
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you, you-)

Hook:
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(you, you, you, you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you, you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you, you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)

Pre-Chorus:
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you. Fuck-)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(you, you.)

Chorus:
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck-)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you, you, you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you, you, you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)

Verse 2:
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you, you-)

Hook:
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(you, you, you, you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you, you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you, you.)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)

Pre-Chorus:
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(Fuck you. Fuck-)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
(you, you.)

Chorus:
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck-)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you, you, you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)
(Fuck you, you, you.)
Fuck you. (Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)

Chronic Hell
Hook:
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell

Verse 1:
And you sit, and you wait,
and you live for the day
that he comes back home.
And you sing, and you pray,
and you stray straight away
Ďtil he comes back home.
And you mix, and you fix,
and you mend all your shit,
Ďtil he comes back home.
Blow a kiss and hope it
reaches him; stays with him,
Ďtil he comes back home.

Chorus:
I donít like this game
I know that youíre afraid
I hope you never lose your way
I hope you donít cry out for me

Hook:
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell
Chronic hell Chronic hell

Verse 2:
And you dish out your shit
as you wish that he lives.
Will he come back home?
And the tricks try to get
on your dick. Makes you sick.
Will he come back home?
You are sad, getting pissed.
You grow mad. Just wont lift.
Will he come back home?
Throw some fits, and forget
how to live without him.
Will he come back home?

Chorus:
I donít like this game
I know that youíre afraid
I hope you never lose your way
I hope you donít cry out for me

Bridge:
Whereís my baby now?
Will I ever get a chance to say goodbye
or will my baby come home?
I love you-ou yeah.

MySpace Guy (Single Version)
Chorus:
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iíve got the hottest page ya know.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
I am the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the hottest one you know.

Verse 1:
Bradleyís back with whole new shit.
Enjoy the flow, let loose and live.
All my friends step in the mix.
You ainít lived Ďtil youíve seen this.
So grab a friend; add request them.
Boy. you know lifeís happeniní
right here in this Dot Com Land.
Bradleyís page has lots to give.

Hook 1:
You know you canít beat me,
Iím the best in the neighborhood.
You know you canít take me,
Iím the best MC in all of Cyber Hood.

Verse Rap 1:
I ainít bashful, Iíll punch you in the chest,
and if youíre not careful youíll be laid to rest,
and if youíre a hot one your ass will get the best
and if you think Iím playiní you should put me to the test.
God only put me here for me to cause you stress.
Walkiní around, Iíll put your head up in a mess,
but not for my friends, no, they deserve the best.
So do yourself a favor, get your name up on my list.

Chorus:
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iíve got the hottest page ya know.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
I am the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the hottest one you know.

Rap Link:
Add me. Pimp me. Jerk me. Lick me.
Fuck me. Suck me. Lemmy tell ya simply.
I say Ďyoí and you say Ďwhat?í
I send request, and you send love.
I post pics, you comment them up.
You see my page, and you fall in love.
Itís like that yíall. Itís like that yíall.
Yeah-e-ah-ah-e-ah, itís like that yíall.

Verse 2:
Bradleyís back with whole new shit.
Enjoy the show. Let loose. Feel this.
Close your eyes, and hear this mix.
Shut your lip. Donít start no shit.
No drama. Just deal with it.
Compromise, and then give in.
Think way back, and then relive.
Think back to when you were 6.

Hook 2:
Check out my new page code, and listen to my flows.
Read all of my blogs, and leave the love where it goes.
Check out my new songs, and comment on them.
Iím a flirt when it comes to sin.

Verse Rap 2:
I ainít Chris Crocker with a tiny limp wrist
or pretty Jeffree Star queeny, teeny-weenie wimp.
I might like dick, but that donít mean Iíve got a clit.
So make me your favorite with a clickity-click-click,
and if youíre a mouth-off your throat may get slit.
ďOh my god, Bradley, I love your shit.Ē
Oh, will you shut the fuck up you pussy little bitch.
Listen to Chris Crocker fuckiní fiendiní for my dick.
Keep fuckiní talkiní and your assíll get whipped.
ĎBitch Pleaseí I ainít got the time for your lisp.
To get with this faggot you must come equipped.
Iíve said it before, and now youíll hear it again:

Sang Link:
Heís gonna start some drama.
Heís gonna start some drama.
Heís gonna start some drama with you.

Chorus:
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iíve got the hottest page ya know.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
I am the MySpace Guy.
Oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Iím the hottest one you know.

Bridge:
Now I know you know how to laugh.
And I know you know how to dance.
I know you can feel the beat.
Now stand right up and move them feet.

End:
Chris Crocker videos are so crazy.
Heís so dreamy with his southern slang.
Jeffree Star, he looks so tasty,
and his pink page is amazing.

But no one can amount
to the style that I bring.
Spittiní and flowiní
and rappiní as I sing.
Peace.

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