I'm The Least You Could Do - Bloodhound Gang

It always sucks refolding the kind of map needed

When I get stuck where the sun don’t shine;

the fact is

If i just shut, up my rubber stamp could flag you as dumb

It ain’t your mind you’re givin' me a piece of, as

It don’t take Einstein to know that’s just obscene

But it’s been Buck Rogers' time since I hit other than rock bottom

Even the odds of having you against me

With your crotchless jihad on blue balls, evidently are

Almighty, good God, so angel dust my soul like James Brown

Street legal whore, hauling so much stunning ass

Sell yourself short, like Bridget at the Bunny Ranch

Do it all fours--the satisfaction of getting fouled

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

I would still get screwed

I don’t care if getting under someone that’s beneath you

Fits the MO of conundrum

As you reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers

I aim to get a bang out of working your weak spot

That sets the bar so low just nerve can score

With no respect, since oddly danger feels like pay dirt

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

If only

When my fumbling breaks you, should

I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you, should

I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you, should

I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you, should

I thank your dad for the damaged goods?