I got some news in the mail today.
Real aces in the game heard my name and couldn't pronounce it.
So I'm a sit tight and stop rapping,
Get a suit and a tie or they'll get me a muzzle.
I sound so pissed it got'em puzzled, why I'd be so serious and talk about issues, it's too ambitious.
They don't wanna hear it, son.
Frat boys and rich kids just wanna have fun and a shot at some bitches.
Nobody flinches so I roll up the boulder,
Drop it on the spiritual sons of Travolta.
Regardless, ever since they heard this, I keep it heartless.
My name is Elvis.
I thrust my pelvis first, I got it dealt with the audience in Memphis.
And from the prom kids to the housewives in their kitchens,
They're gonna love it if I sing with bitches, so...

Chorus:
Sing with me, my bitch...

I got some news in the mail today.
I got nominated most talented from over the Atlantic,
So they're gonna fly me over to New York City,
But there were talks of me playin in L.A.
I've never been there, it's a shame.
I gotta meet Doctor Dre, star in a little movie with Halle Berry
And my funny accent for a relaxing piece of entertainment.
They love it in the clubs since it came in,
All this though I never was into the gaming.
I was crowned king of double meaning,
Cranky and with a stubble, my brain steaming.
My name's not Steven, you can call me Sensei,
Ponte al frente, te toca la suerte.
Lights on the gente! And then pitch black, I switch back to a faded bitch slap.

Chorus

I got some news in the mail today.
They say I gotta sound like...
I ain't sayin his name, he never said my name and I don't mind, mate.
I'm equally as sick but just more inhibited.
Wasn't born in the land of the brave, with the blood stains and cupcakes and third dates when you get to third base, um...
I mean fornicate and demonstrate your textbook sex look.
Oh yeah! You can f### but you can't say it,
You gotta suck to get to be famous.
And thank God and my penis, I got peanuts for all tracks masterpieces
and no subpoenas by the mail. Just a quick reminder my $h1t ain't leavin the basement.
I tried to keep away from the ditches. But they said I gotta sing with bitches, so...

Chorus

Something's burning in the toaster,
Serving cat food in a glass on a coaster...
Tipping Michael Jackson with a Barbie,
Now this is the story of how I wrecks the party...

Thanks to the jury for the award, I never would hope for more,
Thanks Ron for the cigar, all those years of hard work for the people...
It was worth all the trouble, the one dollar and the open bar
And what with having my socks balled
Now I'm top dog all up in your rock bottom.
The pig pond, crush it in my palms, with the very important fishes and all the fly bitches.
They told me the business was sedated and don't use words that are complicated.
I got a deal to keep their heads bangin.
You know the drill... sing it, sing it.

Chorus

Instigate terror in the land of the laymen, from K-Pax to Cayman, serving caviar to cavemen.
It don't stop, don't back down 'til the flock's gone or there's a blackout.