Focused AF

Walk in the party with my dick in my hand
Then straight to the bathroom with my dick in my hand
You wanna step up? I got the brick in my hand
Then leave your ass face down with my dick in my hand

I'm Mark McGwirey, buff not wirey
Alex P. Keaton is who I admirey
And I know that it's true, 'cause I read it in your diary
Your spirit, your bat and your crotch, all fiery

Bash Brothers, fast lovers
We be fuckin' faster than chattering teeth
Chattering teeth
We're two little jackrabbits fuckin' in our cleats

All you silly billy big ol' titty biddies
Wanna see my willy-dilly, vibing me willy-nilly
And we getting silly honeys but I don't mean silly funny
Snow bunny, city bunny, even Ms. McGillicuddy

And we're making silly money, while you play with silly putty
Then I'm bashing with my buddy, and I'm bashing with my buddy
Wearing fashion with my buddy, playing saxes with my buddy
Snorting a relaxant while evading taxes with my buddy

I'm a gladiator (I'm a gladiator)
My body's a machine (my body's a machine)
I hit home runs (I hit home runs)
'Cause I'm focused as fuck

Where is the limit? (There are no limits)
And what is the goal? (To make dad love me)
To make dad love me (to make dad love me)
To make dad finally love me

I got 100 cardboard cutouts of Kathy Ireland all in one room
I run through that shit naked
Make 'em all watch me fuck myself with a broom
Oh, Kathies, all my Kathies
You're the only ones that know my pain
And you're the only ones that see my shame
Ay, yo, José, c'mon man, we're late for the game



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Coleman, Akiva Schaffer, Andrew Samberg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link