Allday – Julia Stiles (Mixtape Video)

Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got
[Verse 1]
They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube
More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse
Julia Stiles, I got
I’m ice-cream cone crazy, Oreo tasting
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare

‘Cause I can’t mow the lawn
Julia Stiles, I got
I’m fat, you should see me with my muumuu off
Go walking like I’m Walter, wake up naked in a fugue
And the neighbours love to stare
[Outro: Julia Stiles]
Catch me going fucking mental in a Bluejuice mosh
Too many buegs and I’m slower than the YouTube sloth
You’re like "Go away, I’m hanging up" (Grr)
Trying to fuck all the time like I’m Susan and Karl

Hello matey, it’s me, the so shapely, overweighty fat fuck

Wake up crying in a sweat
Julia Stiles, I got
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry
[Verse 2]
Don’t even get me angry, punk
Innately I’m frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude
Julia Stiles, I got
Wanna fuck with me? You do not
See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks
My father don’t praise me
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind
Socially awkward, I’m strange and I’m aloof
Julia Stiles, I got
Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there
Julia Stiles, I got
And my life is solitaire but I’m too dumb for cards
Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars
But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up?
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close
Been days since he’s smacking up
Not even a little bit, not even at all
I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie
In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air
Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre
Breathing down the phone
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair

With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby
It’s the fat fuck boy with the flabby gut
See I’m frustrating myself to be around me

I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme
From a dream of Bieber drowning
Julia Stiles, I got
I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call
Now I’m driving ’round the city with a lady in my boot
I’m like a twelvie towny, a real freaking Downy
And my dad’s like, "Yeah, you gotta grow a fucking pair"
Now these rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was
Found me in your driveway, just trying to key your Audi