Ok, so this is kind of selfish, but also could be a lot of fun.
I would like everyone to help me write lyrics for a song.
The title of the song is “What’s wrong with you?”
Go!
How many times do I gotta say to you…
(what’s wrong with you)
Sittin’ in a coat factory twiddlin’ on my thumbs,
thinkin’ of days past when my best friends were all bums.
When we all went and stole bob dole’s car and went joy ridin’,
crashed into a mcdonalds, went inside, and ripped their sidin’
off the walls, and then we started doing backflips
into the fry maker, making weird sounds with our lips.
That’s the normal shits that we usually do.
You asked what’s wrong with me? Bitch, what the hell is wrong with you?
(what’s wrong with you)
well, i was just going with your theme of me/you. and then added bitch for good measure.
Why are lentils gently rinsing each other?
The bicarb has softened the peas
I faint from the heat from fire within oven
The kitchen flag has grown crispy with oil
There are two things that annoy me in this world,
Stryx by Psygnosis and cheese in my mould
A gunked filter is frying my nest, behold!
WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!?!
WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!?!
you were like the Chewie to my Han
but unlike them we got it on
and since then i’ve just been sippin on a bottle of schnapps
robbing teenagers’ houses and runnin’ from the cops
and all you do is cry about how much you never knew
what’s wrong with me, mother fucker?
what the fuck is wrong with you?
…biatch.
I’ll tell you whats wrong,
bitch, please
you don’t even know
you don’t even fucking know
you’re an asshole!
you’re an asshole
asssssssssssshhhhhooolle!
but seriously
I like flowers
and the green
things you never seem
to know about me
who are you anyway
when did we meet
i forgot
of course I remember
that night in september
please kick me in the ass
because my words are getting cheesy.
and I want to throw up
It’s early for me as I write this… so, whatever drivel comes out… understand it’s from a half-coherant author. 
I could take a few weeks, plus a fortnight or two
and never quite figure out
just what’s wrong with you.
You say it’s not the same anymore
and I agree, so there’s the door
you say you don’t love me anymore
what is wrong with you?
I wish I could say a thing or two
that you would long to hear
or be the thing that you could say you hold to you most dear
but we burned that bridge a long time ago
and things that big, they burn real slow
maybe one day I
I thought you wanted one line at a time.
I am teh suck.
You smell like poo.
What’s wrong with you?
Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!
THIS SHIT’S FUCKING GREAT!!!
Thanks guys!
Watch out ICC -
the Bloodhound Gang may steal your lines!
;D
When she gets up there she’ll be ha vin more than sex. Cuz god will drop big load’s right on your new specs! Your panties are ho li er than your new crew. Ther’s alot wrong with me but there’s much more with you!
I know that I asked you to tell me what’s wrong,
But spare me the details - it’s a rhetorical song.
Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated…oh wait…that’s been done…
i’ve seen you act like a rabid, infested mutt
i’ve seen you at my house, vermint, rodent, slut
you’ve knocked on my door
three times to many
now you’re nose job
will cost a pretty penny
what’s wrong with you?
why say such a thing?
what the f***s wrong with you??
there ain’t no diamond ring?
get out of my place
and take your wool coat
what’s wrong with you,
gimme that back, bitch
you’re clearly a goat
you’ll bite off my blood blisters.
even when i dont ask.
whats the weirdest part of this?
the smell of you or your ass?!
i walked the trails all alone before
then you stampered through.
holy shit theres somethign wrong
its the smell of you
It smells of my friend Thom’s socks
after a day of lifting heavy rocks
and running through meadows of said poop
and rubbing dead pigs with one fell swoop
After that he took a bath
in a tub full of fish, yeah, you do the math
You really stink, oh yes you do
That’s just one of the many things wrong with you.