Папарацци

Yo, I’m a paparazzi
I don’t play no Yahtzee
I go pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
My camera’s up yo Crotch!
See, I tell the truth from what I see
And sail it to Perez Hill-Tee
Don’t call me scuzzy making money, that’s my job, so let photography
What! Hell No!
I’m not needy, I’m legit
That’s not karatsy
Don’t act so hotsy-totzi, [bad word] I know that you from Jersey
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa scream all you want
Won’t make me stop
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, I know you like to feel my pop.