Paulina took a deep breath. Oh why, oh why did she try out for the talent show?
She was going to sing "My Humps" with the football team in the background as the male accompaint. Of course, she was too stupid to actually know those words, she called them "that dude part in da back."
She was waiting in her dressing room (which was actually the science room) when her nerves EXPLODED. She whipped out her purse, took out a candle, spoon, and a packet of white powder. She poured the powder in the spoon and melted it on the candle. She poured the liquid into a syringe.
She took out a cord and tied her arm. She quickly plunged the needle in her veins and shot up some smack. She was putting everything away when Mr. Lancer entered her "dressing room".
"Paulina, it's your turn to go on!"
Paulina got onstage, high as a rocket. The music started playing. And Paulina sang quite a different song then she'd meant.
My Junk
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get get get get me high
Get me high offa my junk
My junk my junk
My junk my junk my junk
My junk my junk my junk
My lovely little smack
Shoot it up
This heroin is crazy
I shoot up on the daily
It treats me really nicely
It makes me feel all icy
Don't smoke that marjuana
That crap is for Madonna
Needles we be sharin'
All that smack I got me wearin'
PCP I ain't takin
They say they love my acid
Seven days, you're still high
They say please and I keep givin
So I keep on takin'
And no, the drugs aren't takin'
You can still keep datin'
I keep on demonstratin'
My drugs
My drugs my drugs my drugs
You love my lady drugs
My drugs my drugs my drugs
My drugs they got you
She's got me spendin'
Oh, spendin' all your money on it
And getting' high off it
She's got me spendin'
Ooh, spendin' all your money on it
On on it
On it
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get get get get me high
Get me high offa my junk
Whatcha gonna do with all that acid
All that acid in your jeans?
I'ma make make make you scream
Make ya scream make ya scream!
Cause of my drugs
My drugs my drugs my drugs
My drugs my drugs my drugs
My lovely little smack
Shoot it up
I met a girl down at the disco
She said "hey, hey, yeah let's go!"
You could bring my needle and I could shoot it up
Let's spend time not money
And mix your LSD with my heroin,
LSD with heroin
And mix your LSD with my herion
LSD heroin
Riiiiiiiiiight
They say my drugs are sexy
Them boys they want my joints
They always dancing next to me,
Always giving bucks to me
All for my junk!
Junk!
You can look but you can't smoke it
You can have some weed
Marijuana
Mar mar marijuana
Marijuana
Mar mar marijuana
So don't you touch my smack boy,
That there's my smack, boy
I'm just tryin' to get high, boy
And smoke my junk!
My junk my junk
My junk my junk my junk
My junk my junk my junk
My lovely little smack
I sell it in the back and in the front!
My junk it's got you
It's got us spendin'
Oh oh, spendin' all your money on it
And getting high off it
She's got me spendin'
Oh oh, spendin' all your money on it
On on it
On it
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get get get get me high
Get me high off my junk
Whatcha gonna do with all that crack
All that crack stuffed down yo shirt
I'ma make make you work
Make you work work
Make you work
She's got me spendin'
Oh oh, spendin' all your money on it
On on it
On it