This isn't fun, you you need to see this news story before hand.
Now for the comedy masterpiece.
You don't have to come and confess, we lookin' for you, and we gon find you... we gon find you!
It must have been the effects of the concision I suffered yesterday at Katy Perry's hands, but for some reason I woke up this morning singing:
He's climbin' in your windows.
He's snatching your people up.
Tryin' to rape 'em
so ya'll need to
Hide your kids...
Hide your you wife...
Hide your kids...
Hide your you wife...
Hide your kids...
Hide your you wife...
And hide your husbands,
'Cos their rapin' everybody out here!
Incidentally, the reports from the MRI department indicate I have a 3.5 inch diameter a subdural hematoma. It was the uncontrolled fall after getting knocked out by Katy Perry yesterday. The lights were out before I hit the ground.
The concussion is probably the reason why I didn't wake up singing:
Sex on the beach
Feak in the Jeep
Doggy dog on the stereo
Sunkissed skin so hot we'll melt your Popsicle.
Brain damage...
