PaperBoi

Extra! Extra! Fresh off the press! Someones spilling tea 'Til the bullshit's knee deep I don't trust a word From your goddamn lips And your front page story Is smellin a little fishy Like soggy socks and soppin' shoes And why the f*ck is it Whenever I am down You been around Bringing over dirty laundry To get aired out? I never shot the messenger But why the f*ck is my Daily all soggy? Someone, please tell me How deep is this bullshit getting... With you in wet shoes? Bad news, always Bad news in wet shoes Bad news, always Bad news in wet shoes Who the f*ck subscribed me To this Gloomy Gus Gazzette? Negative Nancy newsletter-havin' ass Every party has a pooper And it might as well be The buzzkill full of shit Regardless If you're the paper boy Or the journalist Frankly speaking I am sick of... Bad news in wet shoes Bad news, always Bad news in wet shoes Bad news, always Bad news in wet shoes You got a mouth Like a gossip column And the hot tea is burnin' a hole In your little silver tongue Bet you won't do that shit again Keep my name out your mouth For the record Keep my name out of your mouth For the record I'm not your source I'm not your story Not in the f*ck ever is a perfect time For a photo opportunity I'll keep your name out of my mouth It's left a bad taste. You're just bad news In your wet shoes. Bad news, bad news. I've had it up to my asshole with the bullshit I hear from you. You're just bad news.