Don't Try To Do This Songtext
von 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