Make You Famous (Bonus Track)

I just want to be famous
 I just want the world to love me
 And this just in
 Tom Cruise and Will Smith are buttbuddies
 Back to you gentlemen
 Top celebrity, top celebrity
 Top celebrity, top celebrity
 I'll make you famous
 Hmm, so you wanna get your ugly face on TV?
 Wanna be a superstar, wanna be a top celebrity
 Too short to be a ball player, too ugly to be an actor
 Too dumb to sell drugs and now you're trying to be a rapper
 Now all you gotta do is shake hands with the devil
 Maybe lick a little, uh, penis, I'm for real on the level
 If you take a dick you could make a hit
 You could jack the styles of underground rappers and claim you've created it
 You could get cash and be massive
 You could be worshipped and be a tool for the corporations
 And help them gain control of the masses
 Make sure you make more hits, product placement, packaging products
 So poor people could make corporations more rich
 I'll make you famous
 I'll take your kids, your rhymes, your blood, your life, your soul
 Top celebrity, top celebrity
 Top celebrity, top celebrity
 I'll make you famous
 Society, celebrity obsessed
 Shock value, Janet pulling out a breast
 Gaga wearing a meatmaggot infested dress
 You don't need talent to be worshipped when you walk in a building
 They'll praise you if you ain't shit
 But you rich and your parents own the Hilton
 More and more people are becoming non-believers
 In a world where your children
 Know more about Snooki then they know about Jesus
 And in the hood there's more pressure
 Cause if you're a black actor in Hollywood
 They try to make sure you become a crossdresser
 We like Martin running through traffic, butt-naked with a gat
 Or little Britney shaving her head, beating up cars with a bat
 Don't forget during your journey of dreamchasing
 You should promote Illuminati images, pretend to be a Free Mason
 Worshipping witchcraft and satanic scriptures
 RnB divas posing as baphoment, goats and pagans in pictures
 Don't try to help the neighborhood, they're broke, the don't feed you
 And who cares if the babies are dying? They don't really need you
 The ladies love you now, you're large
 Til a lying ass gold digger show up at your hotel
 And you catching a rape charge
 So black people, don't be stupid
 Stop letting white lawyers, business execs
 And white accountants dictate your music
 I'll make you famous
 I'll take your kids, your rhymes, your blood, your life, your soul
 Top celebrity, top celebrity
 Top celebrity, top celebrity
 I'll make you famous
 Now BET got bought out, let me explain briefly
 Now it's WET, white entertainment TV
 Viacom, Time Warner and Disney
 Those the true dictators of black music, hip hop and RnB
 They're politicing your careers
 They could set you up and you could get murdered
 And your murderer just mysteriously disappears
 Try to get murdered, take note, rappers
 Cause getting killed can turn an average artist
 With above average talent to GOAT status
 Female entertainers, you losing the race
 God forbid you get a wrinkle, go see the surgeon, hurry and mutilate your face
 Some times you gotta come from the struggle and suffer
 Other cases your dad can be OJ's lawyer
 And you can fuck Brandy's little brother
 I'll make you famous
 I'll take your kids, your rhymes, your blood, your life, your soul
 Top celebrity, top celebrity
 Top celebrity, top celebrity
 I'll make you famous