parody artist Ahahaha dancer sexy Is this a good fake laugh? Yo. He he he he he It’s Uggie Uggs I got voice and speech problems Parody of Problem My name is Ariana 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 was better than nothin’ That’s fifty dollars for a t-shirt Get out of here Macklemore! Sorry! Thought 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 Okay 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 ‘Scuse 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’t call me Titbull How much wood would a woodchuck if it could chuck wood I got 99 verses but they ain’t that good 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 you 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.