They can stop lookin' in Iraq
North Korea can just give up
Because I have a weapon
A weapon of mass destruction -- in my pants
Iran's got a run for their money
Cuz I'm one loooong guy
I got more meat than you can handle, honey
And I got my bomb targeted for your neutral zone
Foreign policy? Fuck foreign policy
My foreign policy is to fuck fuck fuck
Kill kill kill I kill people with my cock
A targeted smart bomb headed for you -- in my pants
In my pants
That's where it's at
In my pants
that's where you're headed
In my pants
That's where parties start
In my pants
You'll never leave once you're there
Everyone thought I was crazy
Until I dropped my trousers
Now they all think I'm amazing
Cuz it takes a forklift to lift it
You can try swallowing it
Indeed, you'd be honored to do so
But there ain't no way in hell
Any person can swallow my entire load
So next time you're pussy boyfriend
Wants a piece of your ass
Just remember me and my monster meat
And where the wild things are -- in my pants
In my pants
That's where it's at
In my pants
that's where you're headed
In my pants
That's where parties start
In my pants
You'll never leave once you're there
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There, I just wrote a song about my cock.