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Is this a good fake laugh?
Yo
It's Uggie Uggs
I got voice and speech problems
Parody of Problem

My name is Ariane Grande
I'm an anime carto-o-o-oon
I don't know what to do with my hands
Because I can't dance
That's why I brought these dudes

Here's my horny sadface
It's hella creepy
Because I look like I'm eleven
And in a pageant
With Honey Boo-Boo

This is my warm-up that shows off my high notes
Chorus is coming build to a crescendo

Got one small secret to tell you
I got laryngitis and can't do
That epic chorus I promised you

You just killed a perfect pop song

I was out late partyin' til two
So sorry to disappoint you
I could stay and whisper it for you

Well I guess that's better than nothin'

That's 50 dollars for my t-shirt
Get outta here Macklemore
Sorry, though I heard my hook

This is the song of the summer
And that's a bummer
'Cause it kinda blows
But all you kids are gonna buy it
Because you liked all
My shitty shows

Ponytail is too tight
It pulls back my eyes
It's makin' me look kinda crazy
And kinda Asian
But it's my one hairdo

Everyone's saying I'm the next Mariah
But I'm not an old mess
And I can sing higher

I'll touch my face 'cause it looks cool
I'm not really sure what else to do
But I want to stay and support you

Just go home you sound like Gollum

Okey I actually feel sick
And again so sorry about this
Just give my rap to the white chick

Well that's one less one less paycheck

Wait
I'm not getting paid for this?
Hold on

Excuse me sir

Big booty Betty bustin' out some bubbalicious bling
I ain't got the slightest clue
What the hell I'm saying
My voice is a cross between a baby & Biggie & Bane
For the hundredth time
No I'm not actually Marlon Wayans
My first name is Iggy my last name's Azalea
Nah I ain't from the hood
I'm actually Australian
I'm huffin' and puffin' and bluffin'
Just fillin' up the space
This is the vocal equivalent of blackface
They say I'm ridic, a chick version of Pitbull
I would say that's accurate
So you can call me Titbull
How much would a woodchuck if it could chuck wood
I got 99 verses but they ain't that good
Like that

You got white girl rhymin' problems
Yeah I know that, however
I got street cred 'cause of my bum

I'm going to end with a pitch humans can't hear
It will make blood come right out of your dog's ears

I can do the whispering for you
The Dark Knight has come to the rescue
You won't ever have to say thank you
Shouldn't you be back in Gotham?

He disappeared
Yeah, he do that
From time to time

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