Bloodhound Gang - I'm The Least You Could Do

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?