We Made You

Guess who? (Guess who?)

D'you miss me? (D'you miss me?)

Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus

When you walked through the door, it was clear to me (clear to me)

You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)

You're a rock star (baby), everybody wants you (everybody wants you)

Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)

We're the ones who made you

Back by popular demand

Now pop a little Zantac for antacid, if you can

You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand

How does it feel? Is it fantastic, is it grand?

Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands

"Shady, man, no, don't massacre the fans"

Damn, I think Kim Kardashian's a man

She stomped him, just 'cause he asked to put his hands

On her massive Gluteus Maximus again

Squeeze it, then squish it, then pass it to a friend

Can he come back as nasty as he can?

Yes, he can, can, don't ask me this again

He does not mean to lesbian offend

But Lindsay, please come back to seeing men

Samantha's a two, you're practically a ten

I know you want me, girl, in fact, I see you grin, now come in, girl

When you walked through the door, it was clear to me (clear to me)

You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)

You're a rock star (baby) everybody wants you (everybody wants you)

Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)

We're the ones who made you

The enforcer, looking for more women to torture

Walk up to the cutest girl and charley-horse her

Sorry, Portia, but what's Ellen DeGeneres

Have that I don't? Are you telling me tenderness?

Well, I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman

Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine

And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner, then nail her

Baby, say hello to my little friend

Brit, forget K-Fed, let's cut off the middleman

Forget him, or you're gonna end up in the hospital again

And this time it won't be for the Ritalin binge

Forget them other men, girl, pay them little attention

And little did I mention that Jennifer's in

Love with me, John Mayer, so sit on the bench

Man, I swear them other guys, you give 'em an inch

They take a mile, they got style, but it isn't Slim's

When you walked through the door, it was clear to me (clear to me)

You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)

You're a rock star (baby) everybody wants you (everybody wants you)

Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)

We're the ones who made you

And that's why

My love, you'll never live without

I know you want me, girl

'Cause I can see you're checking me out

And baby, you know

You know you want me too

Don't try to deny it, baby

I'm the only one for you

Damn, girl, I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa

Why should I wash my filthy mouth out?

You think that's bad, you should hear the rest of my album

Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia

Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but

Jessica Alba put her breasts on my mouth bruh

Wowzers, I just made a mess in my trousers

And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis

Lord, help us, he's back in his pink Alf shirt

Looking like someone shrieked his outfit

I think he's 'bout to flip, Jessica

Rest assured Superman's here to rescue ya

Can you blame me? You're my Amy, I'm your Blake

Matter of fact, bake me a birthday cake

With a saw blade in it to make my jailbreak

Baby, I think you just met your soulmate, now break it down, girl

When you walked through the door, it was clear to me (clear to me)

You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)

You're a rock star (baby) everybody wants you (everybody wants you)

Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)

We're the ones who made you

So baby, baby, get down, down, down

Baby, get down, down, down

Baby, get down, down, down

Baby, get down, get down

Baby, get down, down, down

Baby, get down, down, down

Baby, get down, down, down

Baby, get down, get down

Oh, Amy

Rehab never looked so good

I can't wait, I'm going back

Ha-ha, wooh!

Dr. Dre

Two thousand and twenty

Yeah