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Erick Satire Vs. Lady Gaga – Poker Face Spoof

Disclaimer: The following text is satirical, and should not be given any other meaning.

 

Erick Satire Vs. Lady Gaga – Poker Face

Muh muh muh mah X 5

I need to come up with some lyrics for a song
Six to eight lines will surely pay for my new home
My admirers are simpletons, not overly complex
And they’ll think I’m a genius if I will sell them sex

Oh, oh, oh
I’ll get them hot, show them I’m a slut
Oh, oh, oh
I’ll make them hard, sell them what I’ve got

Can’t read my, can’t read my
No they can’t read my empty head
(She’s got no thought inside her)
Can’t see I’m, can’t see I’m
No they can’t see that I’m brain dead
(She’s got no thought inside her)

E-e-e-empty head, e-e-empty head
(Muh muh muh mah)
E-e-e-empty head, e-e-empty head
(Muh muh muh mah)

People see me as an innovator god
Like nobody has worn a dress that looked a little odd (oh really?)
I guess when education ends up as an empty word
Then glaring mediocrity fills up their inner void

Oh, oh, oh
I’ll get them hot, show them I’m a slut
Oh, oh, oh
I’ll make them hard, sell them what I’ve got

Can’t read my, can’t read my
No they can’t read my empty head
(She’s got no thought inside her)
Can’t see I’m, can’t see I’m
No they can’t see that I’m brain dead
(She’s got no thought inside her)

E-e-e-empty head, e-e-empty head
(Muh muh muh mah)
E-e-e-empty head, e-e-empty head
(Muh muh muh mah)

I can dance and I can dress
To keep every fool impressed
I’m not trying, you’re still buying
All the glitzy trash that I’m supplying

Just like a casket made of gold
I look much better from the outside
Till one day my show grows old
And you’ll find a better ride

Can’t read my, can’t read my
No they can’t read my empty head
(She’s got no thought inside her)
Can’t see I’m, can’t see I’m
No they can’t see that I’m brain dead
(She’s got no thought inside her)

Can’t read my, can’t read my
No they can’t read my empty head
(She’s got no thought inside her)
Can’t see I’m, can’t see I’m
No they can’t see that I’m brain dead
(She’s got no thought inside her)

E-e-e-empty head, e-e-empty head
(Muh muh muh mah)
X4

Buy my new album coz for you it’s like bread
(Muh muh muh mah)
Say I’m a genius – be part of the herd
(Muh muh muh mah)

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Spoof of Lady Gaga and Beyonce’s Telephone

Disclaimer:  The following text is a satire, and should not be given any other meaning.

Hello hello what the hell
I cannot hear a word
Because my cellphone’s volume
Is not a thousand megawatt
Wha-wha-what’s the point of bringing it in here?
I guess I cannot help it If I’m kinda thick
K-K-kinda thick
K-K-kinda thick
I’m as deep as paper, and as sharp as a brick

I have no idea I can shut down my phone
Or put it into silent mode and dance all night long
Instead I keep complaining when the calls are coming in
Like it’s someone else’s fault my mind is air thin

Stop callin’ Stop callin’
My tiny brain is gonna explode
All I can do is dance like a whore now
Stop callin’ Stop callin’
I’m gonna reach overload
I shake my ass, tease, and think I am special

E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
We’ve been reduced to using vowels
e-e-e-u-u-u-u
Just like monkeys
e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Now I’m only using vowels
e-e-e-u-u-u-u
Just like monkeys

My IQ is so low, it hit rock bottom
This song says I can’t use my own cellphone
All the time in the club, like a worthless slob
And I can’t figure out my own cellphone
My IQ is so low, it hit rock bottom
This song says I can’t use my own cellphone
All the time in the club, like a worthless slob
And I can’t figure out my own cellphone

It’s time for some cheap gangsta stuff
I’ll call you boy and think I’m tough
Act like a slave master
Deride you like a bastard
They really should’ve locked me home
My grammar’s a disaster
Talking like a second grader
Sorry, I can do no better

Some people have zero friends
I have too many
Coz I’m a huge slut who sleeps with everrrrybody
I carry more diseases than a third world country
And every lowlife scumbag has been inside me

Has been inside me
Has been inside me
Every six-packed moron has been inside me

Stop callin’ Stop callin’
My tiny brain is gonna explode
All I can do is dance like a whore now
Stop callin’ Stop callin’
I’m gonna reach overload
I shake my ass, tease, and think I am special
Stop callin’ Stop callin’
My tiny brain is gonna explode
All I can do is dance like a whore now
Stop callin’ Stop callin’
I’m gonna reach overload
I shake my ass, tease, and think I am special

E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
We’ve been reduced to using vowels
e-e-e-u-u-u-u
Just like monkeys
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Now I’m only using vowels
e-e-e-u-u-u-u
Just like monkeys

My IQ is so low, it hit rock bottom
This song says I can’t use my own cellphone
All the time in the club, like a worthless slob
And I can’t figure out my own cellphone
My IQ is so low, it hit rock bottom
This song says I can’t use my own cellphone
All the time in the club, like a worthless slob
And I can’t figure out my own cellphone
My own cellphone
Ma ma my own cellphone
All the time in the club, like a worthless slob
And I can’t figure out my own cellphone
My own cellphone
Ma ma my own cellphone
All the time in the club, like a worthless slob
And I can’t figure out my own cellphone

I’m sorry, the number you have dialed belongs to a stupid spoiled whore…

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