Don't Try to Do This - Ryan Carter

Don’t try to do this, screw this, break this disc and lose it

Whenever you hear this song just don’t accuse it

I had a fit, trashed my house, and killed a blue tit

Went to the studio and had to cool it

This type of song you don’t have to ever introduce it

You just know, that’s my new hit

These type of songs will causes a brain contusion

A mass profusion of dummies undisputed

I walk in Walmart gettin girls with utter charm (YEAH!)

Urine in my crotch and smelling my underarms (WHOO!)

Providing alibies as soon as I hear alarms (UH OH!)

Paranoid chump that’ll run from an Islam

Strapped to his forehead screamin', KAZAKHSTAN!

The wolf never thinks, instincts!

Shootin' blanks!

Siphoning gas tanks, cops see him a saint

Dagniabbit!, this dude I just provoked

Think he’ll finish me by slittin' my throat

Reversed, flipped him into the streets, he got squashed Chief

Now back to this beef I had with a Girl Scout on State Street

Don’t try to do this

Know why I’m in this jail son?

(No!)

Cause I exposed myself and I didn’t run (Oh!)

I wrapped my dong in bubble wrap!

(TRICK!)

You gotta try this crap!

Slapped your momma for saying I couldn’t rap!

(HAHA!)

I’m a straight dude, Katy Perry I wanna date you!

While the Kool-Aid man videotapes you!

(OH! YEAH!)

Eating bacon making this song

Meeting a Prince in the Sudan, his wife gave me a Hard-On

Bang a tranny (MAN SHE’S STRONG!)

Fly up to Frisco, smoke a fake bong (YOU KNOW!)

Buy a gun (DON'T!), now shoot it in the mall (PLEASE DON’T!)

Got to Howell and blow up Burwick Farms

Make a love song!

Don’t try to do this, screw this, break this disc and lose it

Whenever you hear this song just don’t accuse it

I had a fit, trashed my house, and killed a blue tit

Went to the studio and had to cool it

This type of song you don’t have to ever introduce it

You just know, that’s my new hit

These type of songs will causes a brain contusion

A mass profusion of dummies undisputed

Cheat on who you wanna cheat on, get ya groupie swing on

Say «Ching Chong», in the hometown of Mao Zedong

Start a fight, get drunk

Threaten the next White President with spunk (Not in the eye!)

Write on the wall, disobey the laws

Run through a schoolhouse in nothing but your drawers (FREEDOM!)

Fans abroad, there’s nothin' to applaud

But were joking it’s all fun, the good is in us all

Don’t try to do this

Go in a church and start a scuffle

And don’t hesitate to punch the Deacon with swollen knuckles (YEAH!)

We like that, squash an Ant with combats

Scrape that crap back,

right in front of a toddler (HA! YOU SEE THAT!?)

I slap your cheek, ignore you when you speak (YEAH!)

Never brush your teeth, and make soda your only drink

The urinal is your sink, now we’re talking

Came back and drink out the toiletbowl, and sleep in a used coffin

Don’t try to do this

These bees is ringing and stingin em

See all these people highly allergic so I’m bringin' em

If anybody breathe too hard, Im gonna swing on em

Spring on em and mix Potassium with Magnesium (BOOM!)

Walk down Lafayette, step on shoes, or laugh at em (HAHA!)

Hold up a picture of Obama and kick it at em (HE SUCKS!)

Harass your daughter hookin',

don’t care if her dad’s looking (WHATEVER!)

Don’t try to do this, you could lose your life stupid

If I could capture just half of

today’s hotties and model chicks (YEAH!)

Lock em in a bathroom and make em swallow it

They’d spit it back in my face think I’m a racists

Or hypocrite who say these dumb hits, but don’t do it

I’m in Karachi with Cosby and you probably

Zombies, cause you patent and copy what you all see

Some people misjudge me, they don’t know me

They’ll never flop me, I’m hardcore and I’m cocky

I came to destroy these generations of babies

And parents who let their kids listen to me they’re crazy

Paraphrase me, I’m makin' them so lazy

That’s how I got this whole fanbase to embrace me

A only did this so my career would prolong

I dedicate this to any kid in a strict home

A cripple, a critic, or any midget I’m sicked on

A sick song to retaliate to, and it’s called!

Don’t try to do this, screw this, break this disc and lose it

Whenever you hear this song just don’t accuse it

I had a fit, trashed my house, and killed a blue tit

Went to the studio and had to cool it

This type of song you don’t have to ever introduce it

You just know, that’s my new hit

These type of songs will causes a brain contusion

A mass profusion of dummies undisputed