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Sangtekst: Bloodhound Gang. Jackass.

Jackass

I'm a pimped out Jedi Knight
Obi-Wan meets Dolemite
Ben Kenobi went and got himself a pompadour
These aren't the whores you're looking for

Jackass

If the Crocodile Hunter smoked weed
Steve Irwin burnin' herb in his jeep
Thinks the kangaroos are laughin' at his haircut
Used a bowl for that too

But if you knew me like I know myself
You'd hate me like I hate myself

'Cause I'm a jackass

Got no rabbit in this hat
'Cause I'm pullin' it out my ass
Ain't Sigfried or Roy but I could be
Makin' magic with the pussy

Jackass

Like that dude in Tienanmen Square
With a six pack and a folding chair
Got bombed at the parade and ended up
Playin' Chicken with the tanks

But if you knew me like I know myself
You'd hate me like I hate myself

'Cause I'm a jackass

They could out the lesbian Spice Girl
They could try to run game on the O.D.B.
They could kick every douche bag off the 'Real World'
But they won't get rid of me

If I knew you like you know yourself
I'd hate you like you hate yourself
Hate yourself, hate yourself, hate yourself
Hate yourself, hate yourself, hate yourself

'Cause you're a jackass