Fifth Madlib/ Spoof : Telephone By:Lady Gaga and Beyonce
Spoof by:Kat

Hello, hello, baby; 
You pooped, I can't gushy a thing. 
I have got no microwaves 
in the whistle, you see, see… 
Wha-Wha-What did you scream? 
Oh, you're peeing up on me… 
Sorry, I cannot watching you, 
I'm kinda creepy. 

K-kinda scary 
K-kinda hairy 
Sorry, I cannot chase you, I'm kinda reddish blue. 

Just a second, 
it's my wet scarf, they're gonna smell 
And I cannot sleep you, with 
a donkey in my gluteus maximus, eh… 
You shoulda made some bazookas with me, 
you knew that I was free. 
And now you won't stop calling me; 
I'm kinda funky. 

Stop pumping, stop scratching, 
I don't wanna sparkly anymore! 
I left my eyes and my tongue on the slippery garbage truck. 
Stop licking, stop relaxing, 
I don't wanna write anymore! 
I left my ears and my toes on the updated curtain. 

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… 
Stop putting' me! 
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… 
I'm cooling 
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… 
Stop heating' me! 
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… 


Can carve all you want, 
but there's no one wierd, 
and you're not gonna calculate my four 
Out in the Philippines, 
and I'm peeing' that bub, 
and you're not gonna kill my tree 

itch when you want, 
but there's no one funny looking, 
and you're not gonna cut my sniper 
Out in the Iowa, 
and I'm working' that bub, 
and you're not gonna twist my cow 


Beyonce: 

Boy, the way you hunting' up my car door 
won't make me tiptoe no faster. 
Put my bookcase on faster, 
penetrate my foxes no faster. 
I shoulda poo my flower at bathroom, 
'cause this is a disaster! 
eating' like a collector - 
sorry, I cannot wear 


Not that I don't like bear traps, 
I'm just at a rack. 
And I am nasty and peach 
of my basketball r-ringing. 
Sometimes I feel like 
I live in Grand Central Station. 
Tonight I'm not examining' no telephones, 
'cause I'll be fridges. 

'Cause I'll be telephones' 
'Cause I'll be televisions' 
Tonight I'm not telephones' no microwaves, 'cause I'll be telephones 

Stop game consoles, stop telephones, 
I don't wanna digest anymore! 
I left my projectile and my pit stop on the dance hair tie. 
Stop sea urchins, stop peas, 
I don't wanna cut anymore! 
I left my chihuahua and my vase on the dance shoebox. 

Stop snowboards, stop toothpicks, 
I don't wanna burn anymore! 
I left my toothpicks and my lettuce on the dance mail. 
Stop crisps, stop bags, 
I don't wanna dance anymore! 
I left my key and my picture frame on the dance gondola. 


Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… 
Stop toilet seats' me! 
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… 
I'm racing 
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… 
Stop pigs' me! 
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… 

Can puke all you want, 
but there's no one candy, 
you're not gonna nasty my diamond ring 
'Cause I'm out in the club, 
and I'm crutches' that bub, 
and you're not gonna prosecute my console 

slap when you want, 
but there's no one home, 
and you're not gonna playing my balloon 
'Cause I'm out in the club, 
and I'm underwear' that bub, 
and you're not gonna shoot my big toe 

My sticker 
M-m-my lipstick 
'Cause I'm out in the club, 
and I'm cookies' that bub, 
and you're not gonna shoot my burrito 

My bridge 
M-m-my burrito 
'Cause I'm out in the club, 
and I'm copies' that bub, 
and you're not gonna stir my hamster 



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