Lyrics to the title track: Like, My Name Is:
Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)
My name is...{scratches} Slim Peggy!
Hi!
My name is..(huh?) My name is.. (what?)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Peggy!
Excuse me! May I please have the attention of the rich dudes for one second?
Hi homies!
Do you like money? (Yeah yeah yeah!).
Wanna see me shake my duh-dunka-a-dunk-dunk? (Uh-huh!)
Wanna copy Peg and do everything
exactly like me? (Yeah yeah)
Write an autobio and lose lots of money? (Huh?)
My wallet's dead weight, and I'm tryin'
to filler'up.
But I can't figure out which rich dude I wanna hump. (Ummm...)
And Rapstah' Geoff say, "Peg, you be trippin!"
Tee
hee! I say, "Shut yo face hole and stop ya bitchin!"
Well since age whatever, I've been totally hot-like.
Cause everyone
wants a piece of the original prosthesis!
Got pissed off and ripped my fake leg off.
And smacked Paul so hard I knocked
his fake hair backwards!
I spend a fat pound of dough' and sometimes more~
Faster than a fat Paul who at the grocery
store.
C'mere Fattie! I'll show you what you want.
I don't give a landmine, God sent me to piss the world off!
Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)
My name is...{scratches} Slim Peggy!
Hi!
My name is..(huh?) My name is.. (what?)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Peggy!
My English teacher dude wanted to flunk me in junior high
I all be like, "What da problem
is? My English is fly!"
I smacked him in the face with my leg, and chased him with a lawsuit
And sued his ass till I
could actually pay for law school.
But making my own money proved to be real gay!
My professeur was a female, so my
advances never payed!
So I was forced to take da streets and do what I do best (Uh-huh!)
Cocktails and miniskirts leadin'
to a shagfest.
And those who didn't pay me was makin' a mistake
Put 'em in a car trunk and drove 'em in the lake. (Neato!)
I
told my homies I'd grow up and be a famous rapper
Make a record about landmines, and take it to the crapper.
I'd marry
into money like Anna Nicole Smith.
Put my career on hold, while I worked my way in da will (Dat's right).
Handin' out
autographs and signing pet rocks.
So I'd sign it: "Dear Geoff, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!"
Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)
My name is...{scratches} Slim Peggy!
Hi!
My name is..(huh?) My name is.. (what?)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Peggy!
Stop the tape thingie! This chick is too neato! (Get her!)
Rapstah' Peggith gotta bust
befo' all her fans get her.
I know I'm totally hotto, but you'll have to wait your turn (F*** dat!)
Paul ain't dead
yet, and there's many bucks to earn.
Am I cummin' or goin' - I can barely decide.
I just drank a fifth of apple juice
-- dare me to drive?
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a free latte in years, and my fake leg needs
a shave.
How many years has it been since my last rave?
I steal when I shop, and I've been on Larry King
My talents
are endless - I can hump, shag, and sing!
I'm full of surprises, I can do anything!
So why does Fatty insist I stop
my wicked jamz?
Does the competition scare him, or is it my yams?
He can do whatevah' he wants 'doe, and tell it like
it iz
As long as I'm on TV, I say, "What da problem is?"
And by the way, when you see that smelly Geoff?
Tell him
HE BE TRIPPIN' cuz da PEG IS IN DAH HOUSE!
Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)
My name is...{scratches} Slim
Peggy!
Hi! My name is..(huh?) My name is.. (what?)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Peggy!
Lyrics to: Cleaning Out Your Wallet:
Have you ever been hungry and discriminated against?
I have; I've
had pie thrown at me and porkchop legs.
Fans that rag on my shopping bags, look at the sags.
Can you blame if he's not
the only one that I shag?
All this hatin', callin' me Satan cause I like to spend dough.
Financial planners shoot middle
fingers at my investments, yo.
Not takin' nothin' from no one, give Geoff hell as I'm breathin'.
Keep kickin' prosthetics
in the mornin', and takin' Flinstones vitamens in the evenin'.
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as Jane Asher in they mouth.
See,
they can wigger me, but they'll never figure me out.
Look at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you Fatty?
I'ma
eat all your pies now.
I'm sorry, Fatty!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to eat your pie,
but tonight;
I'm cleanin' out your wallet.
I said I'm sorry, Fatty!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant
to eat your pie, but tonight;
I'm cleanin' out your wallet.
Ha! I got some Versace in my closet
and I don't know if no one knows it.
So
before Oprah tells you otherwise,
I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '97
Back in the days I was workin' at da 7-11.
I
was a cash register, maybe just a ho, on the side.
My poo-poo father thought it was gay, this he had to decide.
So he
split. I wonder if he left me money goodbye.
Just $100? Stupid prick! I just fuckin' wished he would die!
I look at
Paul's wallet, and I couldn't picture leavin' his side.
Even if he's fat, I grit my teeth and I'd try
to make it work
with him, at least for publicity sake
I maybe make some mistakes
but I'm only human, and I'm cute enough to face them
today.
Eating the pie was stupid, no doubt it was dumb.
But the smartest shit I ever did was leave a few crumbs.
Cuz
I'd a gained like ten pounds, and that would be totally gay.
It's my life I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Pegmeister
Show".
I'm sorry, Fatty!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to eat your pie,
but tonight;
I'm cleanin' out your wallet.
I said I'm sorry, Fatty!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant
to eat your pie, but tonight;
I'm cleanin' out your wallet.
Now I would never diss my own husband just gain recognition
That's left to Geoff,
and MPL to do all the dissin'
But put yourself in my position; just to envision
spottin' this scrumptious pie sittin'
in the kitchen.
Lit'rally calling, "Eat meeee, motherfuckah'" and you bettah' start listenin'!
You cannot deny that
the supply of pie is low, but you give it a go.
My whole life I was made to believe calories were homo
'til I grew up,
now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that low-fat cake for me,
PAUL?
So you could try to justify the way you EATED so much, PAUL?
But guess what? You're gettin' older now and fatter
all the time.
And Stella's grown up so quick, she's knows that you're not in your prime.
And Mary's gettin' so big
now, is she like pregnant or something?
Whatever, enough about them, more about me.
See what hurts me the most is you
won't admit I'm the cutest
Bitch do your song - keep tellin' youself that you iz the cutest!
But how dare you try to
hide your wallet far away from me!
You selfish bitch! I hope you fuckin' step on a landmine and shit.
Remember when
you wrote that song, played it for me, and asked what I thought?
Well guess what? It *WAS* gay, so go smoke your pot.
I'm sorry, Fatty!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to eat your pie,
but tonight;
I'm cleanin' out your wallet. (One more time)
I said I'm sorry, Fatty!
I never meant to hurt you!
I
never meant to eat your pie, but tonight;
I'm cleanin' out your wallet.
